Plunge
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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