I do, every day,
every moment,
I look around my room,
wherever I might be,
and I imagine you
if only your spirit,
that’s all you’ll give me,
all I really deserve.
I’m really stuck,
I feel like I cannot turn around
without discovering another fear
a moment of recall
a place of forgotten reason
all part of a larger scheme
of wondering just why it is
I might feel any entitlement
beyond the sacrifice
of love.
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