Lost and Found
April 06, 2017
Memories crowd my mind
a clutter of moments
strewn around
notions
of what I thought
it would all be
So close
I can still feel
against my skin
your warm body
curled behind mine
your
breath
deep
and
slow
Thoughts tangle
up what I thought
I knew
damp
mildew
shame
heaped on
the places meant
for comfort
I hide
these
best I can
compartmentalize
into corrugated cardbord
stories
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a clutter of moments
strewn around
notions
of what I thought
it would all be
So close
I can still feel
against my skin
your warm body
curled behind mine
your
breath
deep
and
slow
Thoughts tangle
up what I thought
I knew
damp
mildew
shame
heaped on
the places meant
for comfort
I hide
these
best I can
compartmentalize
into corrugated cardbord
stories
hoard
hope
that in the telling
I would
be seen
It is Pan's crazy-making
that
men
in my life
tear
my meaning
apart
Yet
in the early hours
between
now and not
hear
me
my
words
echo
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