She is well but doesn’t know me by sight.
She knows me by sound.
I have to tell her my name like a password
that unlocks that she likes me.
We talk,
Or I do the mundane,
Or we read together.
The together is a championed victory
The memory of presence remarkable
words. hearts. secrets.
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