Years Too Late
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You are beautiful,
But my heart does not break open.
You are loving,
But I do not feel warmth
In your presence.
The fire has gone cold
Between us,
And yet I see you trying
To create sparks with
Damp wood.
I used to struggle alongside you,
Using my flame
Repeatedly,
The heavy smoke burning my
Insides.
Until I'd spent every bit of my energy
While you got comfortable and
Leaned back,
Out of the struggle
Just watching.
So sure you'd never have to
Try again.
But now I sit and watch you.
A heavy feeling
I can't quite place.
And maybe
The rock in my throat
Is a bit easier
To swallow
Than desperate, humid smoke.
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