You left a mark
on my neck
the last time we shared
breakfast;
a rose colored fingerprint I wore
like a pendant
for the rest of that week.
I left my doubts on your
collar, right after
our walk from the restaurant--
I didn't even care
to rub them off.
We left a years worth of hesitation
lingering
in the space between our palms
where only silence could sweat
more.
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