nothing with you has been enough
at 2 AM, to an audience of bricks,
I can be honest with my heart
and if I sit here long enough,
a prayer might stumble in –
something akin to what
moths find in porch-light –
I have been to-ing and fro-ing
with the consequences
but in the end, it comes to this:
we might love each other,
if only I’d forget to run
© Sarah Whiteley
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