let me go… let me be

the morning we are not… the skies
turned back to gray, waters evaporated
and the freeway swooned with traffic
as soon as i crossed the threshold;
as though my heart would stop with
each breaking— a sea of red lights
flashing in front of me, warning me at
this impasse no lane shall give way
to let me pass, move in the direction
opposite you. as much as i want to
escape you, the thought of you reels me
back to find me cornered, undeservedly,
next to your smile, submitted before
your kind eyes as i hang on every hope
they look upon me beyond bounds of
understanding, let me go… let me be


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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