I hurt
I panic
Stop stepping on my chest
The elephant in the room.
What I don’t say
What you are too tired to hear
The horse is dead. Stop the beating.
But I still see the ring on chain on neck
I still feel hands, breath, and skin
I still hear old truths and words
Yet who can live on echoes?
I cant live much longer on echoes.
Afraid to ask for more.
Knowing full well it cant be given
Knowing full well it’s deserved
Nevertheless
I’m tired.
I miss you.
I hug myself tightly
To try to keep warm
And shiver.
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