Facing south

“I could have been yours to hold” *swoon* this is exceptional work from my friend OP

RamJet Poetry

facing south

there is a pall

on this place

I shuffle down the darkened hall

the one with all

the pictures on the wall

and deliver the forms

under your teeth

I bear it like a final birching

before being released from

Changi prison

it’s caustic

this face I am facing


where we sheltered from the rains

and we were close.

the oftentimes of the infinite


and we were so entwined…once

I carry the life I had

and bury it in the sea

so it will drown.

And in the heart of the

West Texas basin

so it will burn.

I did not ask for anything

in return

I hope you understand these

letters I write are not meant to be cold….

I was never yours

to take

or remake

but I could have been yours

to hold

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