I have read

What you said

On parchment paper

You’ve bled.

I lived

Your perpetual agony

Your itch to be lost.

I felt

Your fears

Of missing what’s not there

Your desire

To bolt free

Your need

To anchor

I have read

What you’ve cried

I have seen

How torn

You were

And still are.

This masking tape

Will not do

And it brought

Two tears

To my eyes.

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