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She told him maybe
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t”
He swallowed his heart to say
“Okay.”
One year, four months, and three days
Was how long she held him by the heart
With just one little word
Its letters pulling him along
Behind her, never beside her
It’s possible meaning pushing him forward
Even though time was mocking him,
Making him stop
And other maybes like him
Were being dragged along
Right where he could see them
With their dazed and lovesick eyes
Like magnets drawn to her one word,
Her “maybe”
(She still hasn’t let go)