'I painted tears on your cheek'
he had said once,
'and I couldn't do us happily
and I won't live inside of you
or through you,
behind your eyes
looking out,
and I was not free
though I told you I was
and it was all that I wanted
underneath what I had.
But I looked in the wrong place
and then stayed there.
I love you and it doesn't matter.'
He paused,
took my shoulders in his hands
and pressed down a little.
'We told the wrong story
and that's all there is to it.'
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