up against and
in front of
a wall don’t know
what
she is waiting
for
her hugs just aren’t
the same
its simple
she acts like
she doesn’t know
this is her
practice
hard to
understand what all of this is
up against the
wall
see it all fear
the fall
wind nearly
tears my hair
out as a
withdrawal
finally cooled
midday
to midnight
calling out to
her
sleeplessness
train going the
wrong way
on the tracks barreling
toward oblivion
the birds are
flying in place
as if they need
the practice
shiver as she
calls to know
trust the judgment
but still not
sure
what I am
thinking…
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