The Curse and Grace of Longing
Stare beyond her shoulder, long for more,
Capacity is reached, you pour more.
Hitchhiker smiles broadly, climbing in,
Seeking new horizons, it bore more.
Cross the bridge tomorrow, pull the blinds
Sewing up the lesion, it tore more.
Rubbing out the damn spot to conceal,
Sun succumbs to darkness, there’s four more.
Reflect on no return, feel time’s breath,
Transgressions stain your hands, but you’re more.
Copyright © Luke Irwin | Year Posted 2013
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