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Anders’ lover takes his wrist in hand to lead him
And doesn’t quite understand what it means
For the shackle to be offered freely
And never thought of as confining
After so much time nothing seems quite so unreal
Or beautiful
As warmth against his back in the night
(Even if, sometimes, it’s the dog)
He always expects to open his eyes and be
Alone
Again
And every blink is a miracle to a man who is always lonely
But never truly by himself
So when his lover pulls him by his wrist
To a room in the house he’s seen a thousand times yet never seen before
To find it filled with friends and songs and gifts and sweets
And so much love he never thought he’d know in all his life
There are tears in his eyes
And for the first time
In all these years
They are for joy