Walk about. the dirt and garbage adding up.
I close my mind, but all I see is the edge or
your face.
The weathers grown good, sits above us uncertain
like this world. All the while the trees turn bright.
Stars at nite are clearer, the cold you said.
Like the moon sifting in filling time.

I walk with a limp, the broken bones healing
but the shield you swept aside
kept my heart safe
put on your paint and etched your name
so now I ache

never thought it would be this way
we want this we want that
end up with twitches and knots
and a bad run still too finish

I walk I dont run
but in every way
all I see is the edge or your
face

I feel empty
I feel numb
I feel abandoned
I feel dumb

still we keep
the hope
is it real
is it fake

wounded
I feel where you healed me
did i help too

i snarl at the hate
stronger then love
wanting nothing but the
snow
the cold
bitterness all i relate

impressed that you
matter
after
most of it
all

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