paced as we were
talking long into the night
my head in my hands
you talk about pulling apart the fiber of our relationship
I am almost in another place
hearing an ancient voice
because I know what you mean
in a far deeper way than you mean it
its like
warrants wont pull you in
wasted days wont sadden you
you live in another
patient day of long awaited stars
don’t take personally
the badness of last night or
the worseness of today the
safety the worry these are
days when you love
it when it is anybody but
you, so I can and
will understand these
todays are often just
tomorrows that
others fret about
how difficult is that
when people say “you’re welcome”
you say “no you are welcome”
what do you expect?


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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