There might be things
That need to get done.
There might be urgent priorities
But, honey, right now I’m not the one.
I’m too beleagured
And out in the world, lost,
To be of much use to you now.
I just want you to know the cost
Of all these years of being
Pulled under and tossed about
In the deep seas and blackened stars,
Only to realize, at last, that there’s no way out.
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