childhood home
sold
series of apartments…
Category Archive: Free Form
you’re the one
who keeps moving…
if someone breaks my heart
into three-thousand and twenty-one…
you call me to say
you want me where you are…
you need it
you want it
you don’t think about it…
You can’t lock yourself
out if you never leave…
I was never so alone as when you dropped
my hand…
when you’re drowning
when you’re gasping for breath
and there is no air…
take it slow
through this part of the field
the blueberries will wait…
two months with no human touch
face-to-face was only if you count
speaking through a screen…
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