please do not come near

if there is light 

coming from the cracks in the door

it means i am too scared

frail and weak

it means i can't face anything else

other than the small light i hold in my hands


in that light

the possibility 

for us and our love

which we once nailed to the wall above our bed


you said

but it will do


i took the nails out

and held them beside the light

maybe with what i have

i can fill up the blank space on the wall

i can open the door

and i can share my light

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