When I try for rolling thunder,
it comes out a knock on the door.
I've stopped checking the mail--
I don't expect to hear
from you anymore.
(Love is pouring from my cracks and my seams.)
Did you hear that the continents are moving back together?
Do they regret the years spent apart?
(If I think too clearly of you,
I must draw myself closer
to squeeze out the aching.)
It is hard to let go
when there is nowhere new to grasp.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
When I try for rolling thunder,
it comes out a knock on the door.
I've stopped checking the mail--
I don't expect to hear
from you anymore.
(Love is pouring from my cracks and my seams.)
Did you hear that the continents are moving back together?
Do they regret the years spent apart?
(If I think too clearly of you,
I must draw myself closer
to squeeze out the aching.)
It is hard to let go
when there is nowhere new to grasp.
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