Fragments
slept in training-
out the
back,
i hear too loudly
what’s not
said,
squealing to a
complete
stop
before the road
falls off,
chased lost cloud
back to my
corner,
nothing waits
like you.
fragments
fractured from the
pressure,
i’ve wanted it
too much,
time with you
was the good dream,
you knew just when
to leave
but taught me to
stop running.
hands in the garden 
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