10 July 2015

When cold days in July turn us in
who will be ones to call for help?

I scanned your eyes on couches
in beach houses
while sipping from brown paper
bag mistakes.

I never said this was the path
with least resistance.
But I did promise an adventure.

So if we are both homesick
while sipping from ceramics
well, which one of us will
throw in the towel first?

"You can't go home again"
was something they said
when everything else
just seemed pointless.

Words escape me
more often than not.


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