Chasing Solace, Chasing Source

You say, “I was never there for you.”
But that’s not entirely true.
I say, “I was always there for you.”
It’s true.

My there for you wasn’t here for you.
My here-for-you was always over there.
My care-for-you wasn’t there for you.
My here, for you, was always over there.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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