small gestures
like
in the bar
where we both indicated the seat in the corner
in the park
where i failed to recognise a goose and you frowned your eyes
on the sofa bed
in that living room where you moved your foot on me
small gestures punctuate and decorate and anchor and skewer
my life
and
its
only
small gestures that are big enough
to
haunt
me
for
years and years
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