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Code words and body signals
For please fucking save me
It’s part of the dreams I kill
It’s part of memory

If I drop the phrase into the letter
Will they show up at my door
After years of not knowing what I want
Will I want them anymore

Animals crackers hidden in my room
While voices carry up the stairs
I kept waiting for a surprise from you
That I am yours, ours, and not theirs

I write the word into the letter
A guess, a chance, a stupid mystery
But now that too many years have gone
I do not want you to come and find me

So with you here, at my door
I am cracker crumblers at your feet
But I am mine, no longer yours
And this will be the last time we meet

With Love,

Natalie

(P.S. don’t mind me, working out story things through some poetry)