You are not mine but you are my gentle
(in my arms, exiting my apartment,
hands that won't leave)
you wear your freedom like the clasp of a necklace
and I see it as you go.
Days pass, you still aren't mine
(your traffic patterns)
I say the roads know otherwise.
Paths from your place to mine,
are head to toe
Affection travels the short distance like blood
that ultimately changed course.
There is so much I'll never know about you
We are free
in a world that is the perfect stranger.
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