i can’t

i’m not going to be able to remind you to go
if you’ve never been there
i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry
you scroll your phone while i’m reading to you
i can’t repair your broken journey to get here
i will sit beside you hold you love you
when the cracks become fractures
it might be time to go

11-07-24

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