Sunday, August 10, 2008

Aches and Pain

Anxiety, tinged with relief, every time I left him
wanting to be needed, hungered for, naked
bittersweet of knowing I wasn't, that I fell short
Slanted eye that measured me, snipped me exactly on the line
There is no shoulder on this highway, no room to drift.

And now?
My ache is me, wanting to be where I am,
knowing I am and that I am enough
Just me.

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