in the middle

the thick of it

& I feel stuck to say

what’s on my mind

this is not possible

when the other is just not present

she is a grown woman

listening deep

to the man she is trying to love

got a wife & kids in the next town

goes home to at night

how it starts is how it ends

no foundations on which to build

& she will never thank me

for holding the smelling salts

snapping my fingers

saying wake up girl

but until then

we’re holding our breath

waiting for the shoe to drop

for us to be real

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