Words?
Words?
Where did you go?
I miss you so.
Please come back for me to find,
So that I may better express what’s on my mind.
You’ve ran away,
Making it hard for me to say,
What I think,
I think.
Jumbled words; confusion in my head,
I can hardly remember what I just said.
See what you’re doing?
See what you’ve done?
And to think I’ve only just begun.
This is your palace, this is your dome.
For goodness sake, please run back home.

Christina Bledsoe

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