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michelle reicks
Poems
Feb 2015
they were
when you held me last
there was a grey tension
the two of us, held in suspension
the air thick with questions
a grey tension, a fog placing the slightest pressure on my lungs
wondering when the air will clear
wondering if you will be here
when you are gone
those questions- small bricks
my clothes catch on them, they come out of nowhere
seemingly to fall from the buildings we have constructed together
a brick falls here
and there
empty spaces next to the window
missing
they have fallen on me,
luckily missing my head
these questions
were a grey fog
keeping my lungs from their full potential
these questions
were heavy bricks from our house
falling on top of me
and today
i could breathe
when i remembered that the fog is temporary
my bruises disappeared
when i remembered
that our house can always be repaired
so if you will take my hand
let's move to the lands where the air is crisp and clean
and rebuild our house
together
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