the catch

Catch my arm as we walk.
Make me turn
and see.
Catch me like the words
caught in your throat
late at night.
Catch me like you need me to see
you.
Like no one else will do.
Like this isn’t just a walk
and you aren’t just a man
holding the arm of a woman
looking at you.
Make me stop.

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