like so
many times before
i breathe it in deep
and my throat is a bit choked
and i clench my teeth
to prevent the tears
What if,
there’s a comforter
could I come to him now?
What if he is, near
like the dirt
close, like the grass
itchy on my skin
what if she is quiet
like the wind
steady like the trees
warm like the pavement
under my feet
with eyes that fill with tears
and not anger.
i’m not sure what I look for,
because I’ve seen a lot
and so many beautiful people
it’s not like they aren’t enough
i don’t know what i expect
because i’ve heard it all before
in screams and yells
in songs and sermons
in tearful whispers
and laughing, lighthearted words
what if
there’s a comforter
who knew just what to say
or not say
what if
they are here
around, and within
what if they are with me now.
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