(untitled)
I suppose if true
that I shall never
kiss you head to toe,
it would be pleasant
and enough to know
I’ve done right by you—
just a fellow being attempting
to leave behind
some understanding
where before was none;
to pluck joy, great or small,
from the landscapes and mists
of what might have been,
is to fortify reasons to live.
Though words of my past
may have missed the mark
in calling out through the dark,
I live on the hope
you’ll hear me once more;
source of inspiration, muse.
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