An Elegy for Baltimore
The distance is growing, time
Making it harder to connect.
I’m better at missing you
Then sending you e-mails and
Calling you only to hear dialtones,
The pauses in our lives.
They’re like my hesitation
To commit.
I’m floating,
No ground beneath me,
No home to call my own.
And I know you don’t
Feel the ache of the wound time
Is
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