For You
That’s a long drop, dear,
will you clear it?
We’re no where closer to where I’d rather be
And yet I feel it.
That grief you hold, identical to what was once mine.
Can’t figure you out, can’t bring you here. I want to tell you so much but you just won’t (can’t?) hear.
God damn it, I wish you would.
You want some kind of rescue?
There isn’t one.
You want someone’s hand to hold?
We’re here.
will you clear it?
We’re no where closer to where I’d rather be
And yet I feel it.
That grief you hold, identical to what was once mine.
Can’t figure you out, can’t bring you here. I want to tell you so much but you just won’t (can’t?) hear.
God damn it, I wish you would.
You want some kind of rescue?
There isn’t one.
You want someone’s hand to hold?
We’re here.
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You know, it's amazing the amount of self conscientiousness and anxiety that goes on during one of these publishing things. Never really understood that until now.Nothing special, just a little frustration on my part.