You open the door
and greet me as I cross the threshold.
Everything comes back to me,
all that I am
and all that I am not.
The shock of reality hits me with a sting
like peeling off a crusty scab.
It has scar potential,
but seeing has healed anything that was broken.
For in your eyes I can see my own true face,
and it can love.
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