poetics

 

wry smile, broken laugh
torn and twisted, cut in half
not quite lonely nor fulfilled
resting in supposed will
i’ve lost my traveler, lost him well
questioning where dice have fell
no longer is there expectation
bumped and bruised exasperation
in lack of presence, knife serrated
should have been anticipated
lost and wanting, still unsure
faintly wishing to endure

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