It’s a smile
that’s never waited,
there for
the complexities
and randomness
of things bringing gifts
from a more wanted area.
It’s the decade of growing hands,
loved along reaches
where who they are
only matters
because we care.
We all have someone
tucked into our thoughts
as they dream of only one
and for me
she laughs so perfectly,
yielding to each other’s voices
beneath such open mouths
where our lifted troubles
smooth over
the whispering saviours
who’ve helped carve
our paths together.


About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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