Daniel Fitzgerald

091

Daniel Fitzgerald

091

Going without until you find me
The further removed
Weeks and months
Disarray and spilt secrets
Struck with blunt force
On which you deride
Put yourself in my shoes
Still at the doorstep
Left in a hotel room
Lost in the woods
Holding down the gas
Flying through lost
Experiences prioritized
Stability discovery in new
The roots grown in vain
Cut me down
Carve and shape
Fashion into delicate structure
I can’t remember the exact
Feel of your skin my cheek
Lips on my ear
Wet finger tips
Left wanting more
Sun salutations
This will never end
Would you have it any other way