So.
Here I stand,
alone,
a tall, awkward pole in the vast,
echoing desolation that used to be
us.
And I wonder,
Bewildered,
what the **** just happened.
And the answer rings like a bell -
clear in the silence:
I was not enough.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
So.
Here I stand,
alone,
a tall, awkward pole in the vast,
echoing desolation that used to be
us.
And I wonder,
Bewildered,
what the **** just happened.
And the answer rings like a bell -
clear in the silence:
I was not enough.
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