how she finds him

It is when she thinks
she is alone
that she finds him.
A flutter of wings
outside the window,
a caress of wind
on her cheek,
a warm hello from
the wheelchaired man
in his garage.
I am not complicated;
my love for you
is not complicated,
he says.
And the untangling begins
—a whisper, a doubt,
a struggle, a scream.
You have heard me calling
and I didn’t believe it? 
How are you near now?
Why can I see you now?
she says.
There, there it is,
he says.
Let me love you
let me love you 
let me love you,
he says.

—jennifer j. camp

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