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[amadareneko]

I shuffle, shift my weight
cat-foot quiet outside your door.

My knuckles ache expectantly.
I never know how loudly to knock,
never know if you're ignoring me
or not home
or if I'm just too quiet.

Cell phones get lost
or left on silent.
A few missed calls mean nothing.

I bite my lip and shuffle
and do not knock.

Your fingers traced the angles of my cheeks;
I haven't seen you in nine days and I
burn.

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This was my sweet16 pressure/intensity entry ... suggestions for a title are welcome.