It’s been a while since I’ve written.
I’m open to you,
to this.
I know you’re not a trap,
not like the locks I’ve grown used to.
I know you’re trying to set me free,
though you don’t realize.
I don’t think you’ll go,
despite the change,
you’ve come to let me know.
Your little photo,
accompanied by the soft sound of bells,
popping up on my screen.
I don’t think you’re leaving.
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