Category: Poetry
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Moving into quiet daysSummer months stretching long and thinYou flush in the heat and Ican see the boy you wererunning wild in the sprinklerswith a skinned-knee girlMaybe we were only meant to parent ourselvesMaybe being broken broke the cycleMaybe mending happens this way,with slow deliberation,side-by-side at a distance-rjm
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You started a garden in my heartThe pains of growth sowing discord in my chestI lie awake and sing your favorite songThis is the only ghost to keep me companyForgive me for pulling the loose stringI wish it was you beside meAnd not this empty spaceKeeping me awakeMy soul can’t follow you back It doesn’t…
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