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​A LUMBERING SOUL
​BUT TRYING TO FLY

Will you hold me? 

4/30/2012

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Chair,
Will you hold me?
Can you bear
The weight of my heart?

Your legs seem frail
Your frame weak.

But I am tried
And I need rest.

Chair,
Can you hold me?
I would like some rest.

Love seat,
Is there room for us?

I don't want to squeeze
But I fear uncomfort is inevitable

Love seat,
Will you hold us?
While we hold each other.

Bed,
Will you still be comfy?
Is there room for two
Between your sheets?

I don't know if I snore.
Do I snore bed?
Will it bother her?
Will it bother you?

Grave,
Why must you hold her?
Why is there only room for one.
For surely when she died,
I died with her.

I've become so comforted
In not being alone.
And now I stand alone
Over a box that holds my heart.

Chair,
Can you hold
the weight of my pain?
Can you carry me?

Bed,
Do you mind my tears?
Do I keep you up at night?
I'm sorry if I do.

Grave,
When will you hold me?
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