Regret has made a home of my frail shoulders.
Living there for you, It aches often. Reminding me of where you once sat across from me, No weight on my shoulders with you there, And telling me often of how foolish I was with you. I hope they give you more, Beautiful, More than what I offer you. In my mind I offer you nothing but endless evenings under sunsets; Waking early every morning to watch you rise with it. Sadly, In my mind I also ache. I ache so deeply with muted static, love. Which is no good for you, love. So I take a saw to the branch I am sitting on. I need not you aching in the mirror of me.
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AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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