If but for a moment I felt the love of the spaces between my toes
Taking the minute to gaze and wonder about what isn't there anymore
A dying bed of grass upon a lawn of desert
And the feeble mind cannot comprehend
As sunshine burns more than it nourishes
As hearts fail to beat in rhythm
Each step off my a smallest of seconds
It is not enough that I have loved it all
It is not enough to try
One has to fall and fail in the most numerous of cases
Until the bottom most rung is reached
Where nooses and guitar strings waver
Dangling in mid-air in mid-sentence
As the baked out discussion are left unfinished
As the final nail is placed in the plastic coffin
Like leftovers that nobody ate
All those things left unsaid
All that feeling left faded in the back
Wasted
Half-eatin
Half-desired
and thus
Half-deserved.
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