things are not bad yet.
you call me with a smile and tell me
about your week, your new shoes, your trip
to the hospital. we talk like we haven't been
busy outside of each other, our conversation
making gestures at familiarity. i know you
are getting better now and i have nothing
to worry for and what a great deal
you got on those shoes. please don't 
put them on just yet. come inside for now.

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