The heights of existence

Leave no room for resistance

I hear you say

But I don’t agree

Personal hearts wrapped in love

Are packages without delay

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But packages in the mailroom of my heart

I lost the key and it’s my fault

I thought I desired approval

With your stamp of love

And signature

But I see the removal

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Is it my fault or the fault of you?

I cannot choose

Please come over

Or have dinner with me

I miss your affirming eyes

But your yes changes like a October

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I just want love

Is that enough?

I guess it starts with me

I see falling leaves in your eyes

Not with a celebratory feel

But crushed leaves in the mire of a past story

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I guess it starts with me

I must move on fully

Like a full fleshed out moon

When I find my key

I won’t give up

I’ll make room

(C) Carly Wiggins December 2024