When you go

If only I could whisper,
land somewhere close
to the places
I’d like to see.
I wish I knew
what I was thinking now,
between the tangled days
where we’ve been
jumping between the knots.
I just keep acting out,
unable to imagine
what cant be thought of,
that lonely side of possibility
where I’m the last one left
just living
and trying to go on
without you.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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