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Wanderers
A Poem
i walked the lines again today,
just fixating on you from afar
while the coffers filled
all in a row
and i wondered why, why, why
this ache in me calls to you,
and i don’t know the why of it
even as pieces of me die away
and begin to bleed
(bleeding was never a good look for me
even as a part of me blossomed regardless)
and i wanted some semblance of you
to greet me beyond the blue —
some semblance of you to grant
me a tried and true leave of absence
and i wandered too many lands in my mind
to see what’s wrong now — above all else —
when really all i want is your hand in mine
like a kiss meeting a tide unknown
(and, oh, the tides are unknown, my dear)
i would always have the questions,
and they would have me in their grips —
but, ah, a piece of me would always know you
in spasms and twists and quakes
(and oh so many signs)
and the waters are high between us
as they threaten to drown us
and the stakes are ever higher
as we take to different dances
but know, somewhere, deep down
that we’ll meet in the middle
as only wanderers like us can
