Sand

A shadow to my left

A flicker in my eye

A hollow in my chest

A sigh,

A sigh.

 

The story left unsaid

The laugh that isn’t heard

The poem never read

A cage,

A bird.

 

A table’s empty place

A jar of coffee full

A bed that’s mostly space

The push,

The pull.

 

The days that drag their heels

The nights I lie awake

The way that numbness feels

The burn

The ache.

 

The quandary at hand

The right, the maybe wrong

The line drawn in the sand

Too short,

Too long.

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