Poem #24: Without

Now I think
I think to much,
Your action has not been a hush,
But we have done nothing but rush,
I had you,
And now its all lost,
Counted on me to pass the
Freeway, but and because any
Other way would not lose you
On purpose now I think,
And I think to much,
Life is meant to be lived,
But maybe just not with you,
Pouring it all out again,
Wasting it all on the notion
That your body is an ocean,
I am drowning behind the
Shadows of you,
Red is underneath,
So is black and blue,
So is everything that isn’t
Living with you

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