If you come back
I will write you a poem for every picture of a tree
you deign to send me.
I will go to see that stupid Hulk movie and find a replacement for work.
I will chat online for more than a few minutes: reviewing our chats, I always seemed to be pressed for time.
I will sit with you in your Jeep on the way to your friend's wedding,
and let myself think about your profile against the sunset.
I will not run so hard or so far.
I will let you catch me, hold me, keep me.
But
I know I wouldn't
if you could
Come back.
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