I Know

I hesitate to tell you I know

the feeling exactly as you outline.

To comfort you would be to admit

the truth, that I'm not fine.

.

The black and blue of your bruise

is the violet against my sunken eyelids,

causing grateful shadows on pallid cheeks

wishing for peace that my mind forbids.

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And the fleeting smiles that you describe

spend moments upon my lips too,

flitting teasingly upon the edges

but darting away at sorrows cue.

.

I found the pieces of the map you burnt

sailing freely through the air,

relieved to be safe from your demanding task,

not having to wait and compare.

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I caught them swiftly in shaking hands,

burning welts into my skin.

I tried to chase them all, mimicking joy,

as they flew high, my collection ending thin.

.

The dragging weight will have to wait

as we take fresh paper and fresh pen

to draw a new map, work together

to find our way again.