You broke me
Your back
drinks in the moonlight
as you rearrange my pieces
Through the Wall
It’s okay
if you don’t have a language
because I like the way
you move your mouth anyway.
And maybe I’ll never
know you or live
within your head, but
hearing your voice through the wall
is enough.
Categories:
Two Poems
Manitou Messenger
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March 16, 2017
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