in lone tangle

get home so groggy

amazed im alive

weaving and searching still.

pull off my clothes,

roll into bed

spitting at drunken free will.

roll onto my back

covered in tangle,

exhausted, unsated and spent,

wondering here in broken shell

where is it again that you went?

lie there and muse,

in blurry half thought that i

alone and apart,

would like to be held

would like to let go

of this hold that i keep on my heart.



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