I tell myself I’m past that strength of feeling.

Past adolescent depth of mumblings,

Past those afternoons with grubby fumblings.

But I am not.

I tell myself those sentiments were foolish.

That dark and dingy love I harbored lost.

Instead I feel my soul soar with the sunshine,

My eyes climb to leap upon the wind.

The smile of strangers lighting up my journey.

And I know that nothing here has really changed.

Encased beneath “I’m fine” and “I’m too busy”

Lost amongst that crush that daily grinds.

Those feelings prick still sharp and keen behind me.

Nipping at my ankles as I run

Into a life with no let out for such as me.

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