BECKONING Phantom pain in the arm I extend to you hand outstretched offering palm facing skyward curling fingers beckoning Unrequited shunned you scoff eyes cast downward no intentions of answering my

BLACKOUT The empty stage lies lonely awaiting footprints of talent Skipping like children whose bodies cannot contain immense joy Exploding like a broken dam overflowing into parts unknown Places never

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MAY 24 There was a time when this weekend would be planned months in advance Whispers of locations riding the wave of excitement until that Friday afternoon arrived Singing voices music filling the sky

IT It's not just a house a place to park a van a lawn to mow It's where she lived until IT took her away to a much smaller place Without memories or trinkets or pictures in frames forever Where she looks

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AFTERTHOUGHT I sip gently through rising mist The day has begun half a world away Is is raining where you are because I can't see that far You go about your day uncomplicated not complaining I see all

SAVING GRASP Sunshine fades those days become night much too quickly I will stand here forever gazing down the troubled road Waiting for your outline and the sound of obscure 80s music Playing along with

GENEALOGY A legacy of love the escalator of family trees thick with leaves protected by branches Pride in the umbrella preventing pain spreading influence crawling strength never looking back Except to

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ASPHALT BLANKET The window cries with me she sees all doesn't judge but feels The pain I'm surrounded by and bathing in since I remembered to remember The past roads potholes puncturing pristine nature

HOLLOW Who are we without our memories naked shells blown haphazardly Belonging nowhere to no one no anchor no security no home Accidentally searching the desolate roads for signs we once walked them In

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BLOODWORK You fill the map of my body with dreams and desires Reaching farther than fingertips and thoughts allow But the taste of revenge falls feathery on my palette Then burning boiling at the thought

WISHING WELL Let me finally see myself in true form no filters or lies The darkness runs deep perhaps farther than I ever imagined Every once in a while a penny will fall and click and clank off the rugged

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HOVERING Hovering above potential afraid to touch down for fear the touch would make me feel something Other than hate and destruction guilt and confusion finally realizing full effort produces nothing

PADDED ROOM Sunshine begets hope enclosed in padded rooms all over the world The jumping possibility of the day ahead seemingly open with purpose But each day gives way to night and the demons seep under

THE PAINTER AND SCIENTIST Pulling paint scraping the canvas tension pressure just enough to reveal true beauty to some Others see the surface not the layers underneath each colour an emotion born into