3×5

He wanted her back.
She was waiting,
For him to give what he lacked.

Agonizing.
Since the first few words, she knew–
It was she who wanted it more.

It’s happening.
All words held back come crashing,
Pouring heavy and they were soaked.

They’re sailing.
Careful, and steady
To patch old holes.

They’re the whirlwind.
Mad and all over the place,
Touching across all that space.

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