Torn Letter
I can’t row your boat as you feel me float
I can’t go so slow as you sit and gloat-
Beneath the quivers I shiver and write-
Relief delivers many slivers of hues of white.
I feel far away when you say you adore-
I kneel under the stars then melt on the floor.
I can never go with you on your journey-
I knew however you wanted you’d burn me.
Can I live without my reason to exist?
Can I forgive you for the way you resist?
NO more can I take when I wake in the morn’
No door can make me open a letter that’s torn.
October 2, 2016
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