Friday, January 27, 2012

Left And Right

I don't tout doubt,
she follows me.
I've paid my toll,
she carries on.
This isn't to say
I do not grieve
I do, but her--
the doubt, my dear,
she's separate.
With when without.
I want to scream
over her shout.
The sheer presence,
her existence,
stops me somehow.

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