a standing comedian

I was touched by all the things that hurt her

There was pain in my feelings and then it left

I Dreamed it and felt it and then meant it

It wasn’t what I saw coming

There wasn’t a cure but something was moving

All I could see was the faintest step

The mere breath

Her hair had gone

Our life had still sound

All the time I was moving but it was moving in me as I was still

Unable and unjust

Telling me truth when I was already innocent

I was a boy

A son

A person that hurt before I could gain anything from it


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