you at my door minutes later
desperate attempt to hold back
with a no and a not now.
then, at the threshold of the door,
crying, I brought my lips to yours,
kissed you anyway.
closing the door, I saw your face.
I glimpsed
your cheek,
my tear upon it,
your raised hand to touch
what was left
of me
on you.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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