No Next Time
my legs feel frail again
(oh am i wilting?)
i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end
or rewound to the beginning
unsteady i betray myself
almost done, can’t sway
not this time
this time
there’s no next time waiting
when i fall
and i wish i was here tonight
but i am apple picking
(am i?)
winter gives way to spring gives into you give up to me
but not this time.
will there be a summer
when i fall?
i am a million miles away
and the trees are in HD
i’m sorry i left you behind
where the road falls away
into the sea
but this is the only time i’ve felt
this way
and maybe someday i’ll leave me
This poem is about:
Me
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