Monday, July 6, 2020

Every Ounce of Longing Counts Another Ounce of Ash

What do you want? These words want
To know. We ask in good faith,

But we know we won’t, can’t read
Your mind, won’t know what you think.

We long for you. We would beg
For you to take us with you,

For you to keep us with you,
For you to wish, when you think

Of us, that we could hear you
Tell us what it is you want

From us, from our lines, from poems,
From each phrase that longs for you.

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