vulnerability is my power
hoping to show you
lost in search of realization
inspired by what I cannot see
I wish you more
more than I can give
I’m empty no more
now that you’re gone
wanting to sing my heart
but I keep losing my place
littered in the mess that’s been made
is salt from yesterday’s tears
music has not tripped the words
seeking translation
has me listening
again and again

North Adams, Ma
June 2019
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