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