Infinitives
It’s one thing to write
it’s another thing to feel
to feel and not profess
For the sake of being
alive and filled with blood
we cast ourselves aside
You don’t know how you feel
but you know more than I
what it means to want, to miss
to be cold, to be afraid,
to lack, to love, to lose
to have and have not
the things you need most
All I know, and feel
is the growing need to hold
and to be held.
[end]
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2015
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