At Full Height
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If he don't mean it, he won't say it, and I can tell.
If I don't mean it, I won't say it, and his face fell.
But it's so seldom I believe it – it takes a clear kind of day.
Like air so cold it hurts to breathe it.
And the colour comes to my face.
And I don't tell my mother, I don't tell my sister,
something so tender I'd rather not speak it,
even when I know it – that he's mine.
Woke up thirsty, lost in memory, coming in swells.
And dreams stay with me, long into morning, strange wells.
I've been free, but I've known not freedom – like a kite.
It was a glimpse, but I did see him: at full height.
And I left it all unspoken and free;
in the coming and the going, knowing not what he means.
And I don't even know him – but he's mine.
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