confession

confession
it wasn’t on purpose

that night i sat near you

before you left

watching you sleep

there was distance, the kind you see

in between constellations

in younger years

leos scorpions aquarians 

but it did work once.


but i still watched

hungry, haunches clenched

wanting it to be like the

first time

before it was the last

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Father, hardcore worker for the underserved. Sometimes I write.
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