I can't let you go. So I'll just have to let you be.

when last we stumbled

about ourselves

faces flushed

eyes diverted

darting

always the prickled itch

and gangly giggle

crosscurrents fidgeting

on the tips of tongues

those sullen seeds

of words unsaid

have stowed away

near to fifteen years

tucked inside the creases

of my heart

only your return

could find them

now bared once more

and pondered in my palm

could there still

be life yet left

in such

dried out

scar hardened

kernels

'spose it was

the tender way

your hand

cupped my shoulder

that got me mullin'

on twice turned

summer fields

done right

their harvest's

oft times

just as strong

the weekend's celebration

then

should prove

fertile ground enough

to sow

a few pebbly nubs

and with them

single out

our simple truth

be it

a fool's fantasy

peekin' green

up through the mud

or forever may

that cramped contortion rest

buried

in a stillborn's grave

amen

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