You have one.
So does he.
All it means
is that a line’s been drawn
and crossed
and this, it seems,
is how you learn about
just  after you mastered
of all those things
you decided you didn’t like
or couldn’t stand
or didn’t have the endurance
to survive.
But before you ignite
the flimsy bridge
that stretches loosely now
between your hearts
you contemplate
the damage
if you dial a certain number
on your phone.
He has one too—
an equal and opposite number,
which would be
answered eagerly
with calm compassion
and an offer to do anything at all.
You dial.
You go.
You know this fix won’t last,
and you don’t want it to.


DeMaris Gaunt

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