Far

Sun, 06/03/2018 - 21:33 -- Justyce

She loves me most when I’m

Not too close.

How bizarre

How I was once innermost

Far,

Below

Her navel- a scar,

not too close,

once ajared

showing- about 3 inches deep (or)

far

only

An infant Breiona Harge.

Not too close,

If we restarted that moment

far

long ago

it’d be hard to be

Oh-so close

Yet not called

Deemed or diagnosed a ghost, so

far

And further I go.

Star

Ships and rockets I’ve boarded to show

She’ll love me harder, better, even most when I’m

 

This poem is about: 
My family
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