while
night birds
softly
awaken
the sun
you try
once again
to empty
the emotion
of loss
___
the anger
and
arrogance
anger
of caring
so much
you hate
your gift
___
you sing
notes
in your head
you feel
the reverberation
inside
roll off
your tongue
into the air
___
you caress
notes
and
the more
you caress
a note
the softer
your touch
___
and
the softer
your touch
the more
you understand
your silence
and
the more
you miss
singing
___
and
the more
you long
to sing
and
the more
you know
your unworthiness
5-28-20
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