(a year or so old, found it again. Thought Id tweak and post)
I’d known nothing of compassion
as a child. I would savor isolation,
avoiding warmth of any fashion
out of unfamiliarity. Unknowing
how such a thing could touch
on all kinship I would find.
Haunting my thoughts, disturbing,
unfit and unworthy of bonds
that now hold my soul conjoint.
Why do you subsist? I can’t
grasp what would prompt you
to stay. I don’t think I can supply you
with that for which you thirst.
I want so badly to try for you
but it’s difficult. My body just
can’t conform. My mind just
won’t commit. I stay optimistic
that if you stand firm, hand in hand,
I will finally find a way.
For you.



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