how she finds him

It is when she thinks
she is alone
that she finds him.
A flutter of wings
outside the window,
a caress of wind
on her cheek,
a warm hello from
the wheelchaired man
in his garage.
I am not complicated;
my love for you
is not complicated,
he says.
And the untangling begins
—a whisper, a doubt,
a struggle, a scream.
You have heard me calling
and I didn’t believe it? 
How are you near now?
Why can I see you now?
she says.
There, there it is,
he says.
Let me love you
let me love you 
let me love you,
he says.

—jennifer j. camp

This post appeared originally at jenniferjcamp.com

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