No Next Time

my legs feel frail again 

(oh am i wilting?)

i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end

or rewound to the beginning 

unsteady i betray myself

almost done, can’t sway

not this time 

this time 

there’s no next time waiting 

when i fall 

 

and i wish i was here tonight 

but i am apple picking

(am i?)

winter gives way to spring gives into you give up to me 

but not this time.  

will there be a summer 

when i fall? 

 

i am a million miles away 

and the trees are in HD

i’m sorry i left you behind 

where the road falls away

into the sea 

but this is the only time i’ve felt 

this way 

and maybe someday i’ll leave me 

This poem is about: 
Me
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