A Ways Away

We were saturated in doubt, concern,
for one another
for no one but our selves
our lonely selves
wondering if we’d ever find
something to find.
The search.

Like sandpaper on our softest skin
our skins, our layers
our misguided right
our half-hearted attempts to feel

We ignored our ignorance
our impatient fingers and minds
we grew heavy with distrust
threw ourselves onto paved roads toward the city
mumbling something.


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