“I could have been yours to hold” *swoon* this is exceptional work from my friend OP
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
south
where we sheltered from the rains
and we were close.
the oftentimes of the infinite
intertwine
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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