Five lost three,
One conditionally abandoned two.
Alone.
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Five lost three,
One conditionally abandoned two.
Alone.
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Swimming in a sea of blankets
can entangle your feet
and drown your day.
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Driving along the invisible coast of loneliness
he knew his bruises hid more easily at night.
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His itinerant footprints in the sand
were swept away long before
he could even turn his head to look at them.
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What he heard from the touch
was the space,
in between words.
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These hands
that build tomorrows bridge
from clutter and chaos,
is a dangerous brokeness to cross.
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He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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When courage wasn’t home.
he walked back down to the crooked tree
where light bows down to the night
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Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.