Jan
10
2005

What Wasn't

He was too small
to believe
and she was too big
to lessen the grip
that he started to sip,
slip, fall into denial
and she craved more attention
than he was ready to deliver
a collision was bound,
derailed, devoid
of meaning until they could
manage what wasn't.

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