Someone kept

Here’s just the way I feel,
a pile on the couch
that’s sat through worse
and all the while
I’m still going,
waiting for another breakdown
to knock me
towards something real.
It was just tonight
that I made her walk away,
tried to make her see,
or at least
maybe understand
to the point
where she might stay awhile
and we can drink,
or talk,
or both.
Until one of us laughs
and the other just smiles
a shy smile.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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