poetry

1/19/21 - it is terrible to be let go

would it be so terrible if you held me
just for a moment
if you wrapped me up in your twisting arms
sticky with old band-aids and honey
just so I could remember
what it's like to be warm

would that moment be so terrible
that fleeting moment
feeling only of home and life-worn hands
sticky with old promises and apple juice
those fleeting notes
barely reaching resolution

before the honey band-aids are
torn away
stripping skin and hope and layers of pie crust
from my shivering form
would it be so terrible to be left with
only pastry flakes and memories
only the fading taste of your arms on mine

you left my keys sticky with dissonance
my life-worn melody wrought with a
twisting and terrible desire
to be held

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