She was poetry
The feel of her words riding the stanzas
Blessing me with depth
Before I could travel her circumference
I’ve been listening more
With my eyes, ears, and heart
Distinguishing and confirming that which has no substance
I never text her when she’s with with her
Never winning in the game of “you’ll get over her”
For the sake of stability
I froze temptations agility
To maneuver it’s dusting
From covering my vision
Imprisonment wasn’t always literal
As faith is to religion V.S. spiritual
I was a time bomb packed as a grenade
All run out of patience with extended winter days
I once promised deliverance to self
Remixing the action
Passing up on all interjections
Never forgetting
The feel of her palm for my calming.
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