Crutches

I feel like I forget what comes first
and which way is blue,
what time is touch,
where are the getting-lost woods?
I feel small in my heavy chair,
wondering about you,
how to make bridges of petals,
and if you miss my voice at all.
I feel yesterday is bigger
but these feet haven’t gone far enough,
sun is not overrated though it’s cocky,
and evenings are too sad alone, like now.

3 thoughts on “Crutches”

  1. Wow! I love this, because I can relate in so many ways. These are my favorite lines, but I really enjoy the entire piece.

    “what time is touch,
    where are the getting-lost woods?
    I feel small in my heavy chair,
    wondering about you,
    how to make bridges of petals,
    and if you miss my voice at all.”

    Like

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