Come Back

all alone with a
light rain just barely
keeping me

Your face is a language
that haunts my
eyes, my
ears, my
nostrils, my
tongue with its complex

Your fingers an imprint
hallelujah tangible
amazing grace sensation
stigmatic crevices
of what you left

for me here to find

I could have, I should have
been blind
but I

saw you

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