There are things

There are things I wish I could say
where you could hear them
but the smile I painted on
to the rhythm of
the metronome
cannot be so easily belied as that

Somewhere at night
my faith capsized,
rammed against a frozen memory
floating on the surface

And for a moment, I reached out and thought
I’d touched your skin
then

it was gone

ptkh 05.19.14

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