this door I'm trying to close quickly
knowing you're trying to come back
touching this emptiness to another
as open and unmeaning as chanting
it's sadness so cavernous I can hear
exhalations from your lungs empty
universes of understanding, fleeing
like meaning between our thoughts
like a sunset stained on the horizon
speech is clumsy and stumbles trying
to save us. And so we have words/tears
and they fall--only one feels right as rain
1 comment:
I felt this.
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