Answers

I hear you saved one for me,

the last one left

when everyone came asking as politely as they could.

Every time we talk

you give me more reasons to love you,

but all I have for you is this shell,

this beaten down body

I’m always left out there in the open,

out waiting for the crashes and smashes

and interruptions that come so often with conversation.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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