a man doesn't
realize how much
it hurts
until he sees
the cut
in his shin.
i watched you cry rust
from fire escape eyes
like a child i only
wished i could hold you
though
what i'd have done
then
i'm not sure. would
it have mattered?
the biggest blow
won't come until the end.
i want to capture you
in a thick glass jar
because the sun
and the light in all people
shines from your nails, it
drips down my chin
stains my collar
the color of rest. i'd
let you go
when the sun crashes up
through the blinds.
that's the only
promise i can keep.
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