I catch glimpses of you

A shoulder, a curl, a breath too late

Your voice, your giggle, your words are out of phase

Caught between then and now

The period of absence bloody birthed

Stolen flesh from my bone littered closet

Sweaty puddles of youthful immortality

Repugnant realization of lost redemption

The battle is held with mild reservation

Weary from our lack of alignment

This entry was posted in Human.

One comment on “Alignment

  1. Linda Looney says:

    I understand this one, honey. I don’t have words to make it better.

    Sent from my iPhone


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