I Am
I am the speck on an uneven sidewalk
The curve of a mountainous road
I am darkness when the day is not done
Cold coffee because you've forgotten it was there
I am the knot in her hair
The stifling hold of a necktie
The song you haven't sang enough
Or the lyrics you can't quite recite but the words are there
I am second
Or last
Almost there
Not quite there
I am a bee in the desert
The arthritis in our joints
The blur in a blurry world
Rain on a blue, blue day, or sunshine on a blue blue day
I am the unwritten words
Too heavy, too light, too much, too little
I am the cries that escape
Only so far
A new day
And I am no more
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