You Were Waiting
by A. A. Parr
for Nemo

the way you wanted,
the way your left hand quivered just
before you asked

the way you said goodbye,
the way you spoke in that tone reserved
for funerals, and children

the way you asked,
the way you told me you were waiting since
before you met him

the way you knew,
the way your apology sliced through
even this silence

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