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I used to be afraid
to love you too much
fearful
that should you leave, I would long
for your return
I didn't want
to miss you so badly
it hurt
to whisper your name
to remember your smell
I held a part of myself back
for myself
so you couldn't take it all with you
when you left
If only I had known
that hoarding food makes you hungrier
unquaffed water evaporates
and all the windmills in the world
won't bring the wind.
submitted for Magpie Tales, 76
