Confirmed Distance Began

Detach

Deny recent changes

Pebbles meant to discourage long walks

Important talks on scratch paper our minds recycle

Turn the saddened sickened countenance

/

You sleep

To be held tightly, I’ll ask my Savior

Tears racing down my face without an announcement

Moments meant to pass but I’ve stared too long, way too long

Held but shouldn’t have held so tight now I’m feeling low towards empty.