you shake your head
and turn to leave
words hover
to call you back
but pain
behind my eyes
rising from the wounds
you cannot see
blinds me
so I remain dumb
nurse the slow drops
with awkward swathes
maybe next time
you will stay here
real commitment
or not
how can I demand
what I refuse to give?
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I like this poem. I have been struggling with very similer questions recently.
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