I would welcome you back,
but I have disintegrated
completely. When you walked
away from our storm, the only
thing left was remnant thunder.
On your way out through our garden,
you brushed your hand against
the thorns. It bled then quickly
began to heal. I would welcome
you back but the footsteps in
the hallway are not mine; this
is now the house of a leper.
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