7-25-2015

Dull pain

in your name

such joy

my conversation can destroy

you’re like something

I can see and hear

But not so near.

You are out of touch

with me

Or rather

I’m not seeing clear

Maybe your face

refracts

when we slip between

cracks

in the pavement

And imaginary worlds

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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