With out stretched arms aimed at the sky, i danced with the clouds
singing her memory in my head
tears strewn across my face
the tattered bandages of time, erased
lost
like milk cartons,
but no signs to hold her place
no burial grounds but the white walls and too bright lights,
a symphony of disinfectant, and medical waste bins
and me with my muscles
me with my logic
me with my ****** sense of what makes a man.
stand strong they tell you
don’t cry they tell you
be found they’ll say
just know, just know
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
With out stretched arms aimed at the sky, i danced with the clouds
singing her memory in my head
tears strewn across my face
the tattered bandages of time, erased
lost
like milk cartons,
but no signs to hold her place
no burial grounds but the white walls and too bright lights,
a symphony of disinfectant, and medical waste bins
and me with my muscles
me with my logic
me with my ****** sense of what makes a man.
stand strong they tell you
don’t cry they tell you
be found they’ll say
just know, just know
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