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Maybe More

I’m trying to tell you things I can’t even
Describe in words.
Things I may be afraid to say to anybody
Else in this delicate shell we call life.

Where did you go?
Right when I needed you-
A hole where you once stood.
I look down it and all I see
Is a pale, shimmering
Reflection: a knockoff version of me.

I can’t pull you back now
And I can’t stop
The rush of emotions racing
Around my head,
Shot up from my heart
And overwhelming me with dread.

You were to be my confidant,
My ally, my warm repose in the night.
And maybe more.
If I’d told you everything, maybe more.


© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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