Here I Am At Noon
she lit a fire in me
it was unfamiliar
its burn a fresh ache
from unknown movements
navigating the first thoughts
help me
everything just says im wrong
am i waving from the dock
sinking in the fog
trying to get back
broken clocks
the broken teeth as we spin
hands waving us along
meshed the pull startling
away from your loving arms
until one day its not enough
encountering my building up
it took time
from me
this hurts all its own
blade to my belly
held by my own hand
i sought to clear your name
she'd wait her turn to talk
dont listen once is better than
canceling out my voice
it wasnt all bad
i very much miss you
this poem not good enough
yet here i am
at noon
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