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  • Writer: Christian Van Linda
    Christian Van Linda
  • May 6, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 18, 2024

one whiskey soaked night a long time ago she said

in a whisper soaked in sorrow “you used to write me poetry…


…and then you changed”


and even though I knew what she said was true

i didn't understand why or know enough to care


how could i do anything but change


when something has no shape it also has no say in the matter

only when time stops and remains in place can we see who we are


and when i slowed my mind and saw the change


i understood that i was slowly growing back into the boy who had words

that he was willing to give away without a hint of hesitation


if i could change one thing that would change it all


i'd have had have been brave enough to remain naive

to have let her love me and all the rest



 
 
 

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