I hope that you know
I still hold you
On the shelf of my shoulders,
the sway of my hips.
I hope that you know
I still see you
In the length of my gait
and the curl of my lips.
I hope that you know
I still hear you
On the floor of my tongue
and the roof of my laugh.
I hope that you know
I still feel you
On the skin of my hand
and the wind at my back.
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