Interiority

You've been told,

if no difficulty then not

worth the effort. Or,

the heart first stutters

through narrow passage-

ways before arriving

at what it has always 

wanted, or wanted 

to say. It only took 

years of foolish

starts, rehearsals

for leaving and 

leaving;  a time

when you spent 

what wasn't yet

yours. Finally you say

Marry me, and the mirror

shows you four walls,

a lamp, a bed, a table. 

How large, after all,

is the world. 

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