Still, I Need Him
I still must walk beside him,
in corridors of duty and demand—
the qualifying test,
this restless semester,
the proposal defense,
that Tuesday meeting,
the final trial that waits.
I hope he is kind to me,
that no shadow of harm
will fall from his hand.
Forgive me for these doubts—
but every gesture he makes
awakens the wounds
I have never healed.
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