This Poet's Ache
I never got to tell you
How I loved you
Poetry being one of those things
That sent you in a rage
And so was all my passion
Overlooked
Like those scribbles on a page
Looking back I understand
How our bed was made
There was so much ease
In our dysfunction
That our growth was stayed
We were best friends in love
Minds that met
And I thanked you every night
While Stone comfort in
"You get what you need"
To myself I would recite
We were what we needed
To overcome our pasts
And I think of that
Now Husband Father
Whenever crossed our paths
I look at you with all my love
Same as I always have
I smile I say hello
That I ache for our friendship
And weep still years hence
That you'll never know
17.08.03
Composed for Greg Barden's
The Poet's Ache Contest
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