September 3, 2015 admin No comments exist


I’m sorry to say, to have to admit
that your head was my foothold,
sockets of your eyes, handholds.

If I’d gone around, I might have fallen.
But if I’d gone through you, I wouldn’t
be standing here to explain, would I?

Instead I went over and beyond
and saw the lights that everyone
talks about, but you never did see.

Sorry you can’t forget. I’ve moved on,
though your head was my foothold,
gouges in your eyes, my handholds.



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