I can not claim to know your pain
I know pain
I can not claim to know your despair
I know despair
And I do know
reaching out, palm of
hand to palm to hand
clear eyes to tearing eyes
hearing the soul song for
together we are able
to nestle in each other’s
necls to come to know your
smell there:
the smell of your hidden sadness
the lurks after a heaving crying session
we can know that of each other
and pray it is enough
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2010
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