nails
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
small
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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