02.17.14

a grappling reach that was almost clean of the harrowing defeat you heard every time i said your name.

but then came the repeating clocks and unfocused breaths, your silence standing in the way,

holding my body, trapping my tears to the stain on your shirt.  

 

and i was almost there, too.

 

now to start again.

step 1… 

 

 

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