and each of us escaped
   into  ourselves
         opening the door so lightly
that not even a squeak was squeaking
    closing the door in complete silence
     so nobody heard the quiet turn
           of the nonexistant key
tiptoeing 
   through
        the living room
        through the dining room
socks sliding up the secret stairs
                 that no one knows
  curling
   up in  the    farthest     corner
                of  the  unknown
attic
    covered with warm blankets
                  and
                fear
                breathing steady, hopeful, safe breaths
waiting patiently for as long as it takes
            un-
               til a
               true sound begins in a distant
                                         cave
a whisper
  which
      holds only faith
         as our hearthands
                reach out from hiding holes
until the orange is
              gone
 until
   the orange      has
         until the    orange
                      orange
                     go  n   e
                       g   o
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