I stopped counting at ten.
I was sitting on a branch,
looking at a leaf.
There was nothing exciting happening.
But there you were,
again.
Ten.
And I thought,
No.
I'm here
to be with me.
But it didn't matter.
Because it felt like I could feel you.
Like some part of you
had sat down beside me,
looking at the same leaf.
And you didn't take over.
You just...
sat beside.
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