ARM’S LENGTH

If for love’s sake,

You could shut your eyes

Wherever you are and will

My ailments away

It’d have been easier to listen

Read

See

The same old

Wince

Pause

Tears

It would seem less like lies

When I powder up

Step out of my room

And smile

While tiptoeing around

“How are you?”

And

“Sure you’re fine?”

Sometimes I want

To talk through it

About it

But…

There is a silence I come to

In the face of love

A roadblock up somewhere

In the trajectories of conversation

A stop sign;

“No,

no,

not there,

not there”

A silence

Cradling the pains.

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