by trevorpantera3112

The people you happen to love only return it in kind if you’re lucky 

It takes a lot of effort to commit to getting that carried away


A willingness to face the terror of saying hello

And them saying it back

And engaging the reckoning you seek

Somewhere deep inside there beyond awareness


The infinite vulnerability of talk

That’s only small because it carries within

The promise of intention

Of future formation

The kind of story you have to gauge

By how far it lives off the ground

Lest you have to shrink each other 

In your minds to who you were 

The second before whoever

Decided to bail and move

In a different direction


All of it hinging on discretion

Your economy of language

Practiced poverty at hiding and deciding

Oblivious to new constituents

In your version of the good life


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