borderline crossing

i’ll be me
you be you
together we meet
halfway between

except
i’m not talking to you
seek shelter inside
should’ve known better.
—
You
course through suspicion
a river -electricity
the slow torture of soul.

(This is fiction. Any resemblance to truth quite accidental.)

Posted on 12/13/201712/13/2017 Posted in PoetryTagged dreamscapes, forgiveness, friendship, journey, listening well, love, mental well-being, my promise garden, this writing life, who am I

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B. says:

12/14/2017 at 6:32 am

… could be me…

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1. Jeanne says:
  
  12/14/2017 at 6:51 am
  
  ?? Im slow this morning…
  
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  1. B. says:
    
    12/14/2017 at 6:54 am
    
    This post pictures a situation, state of mind, mutual feelings that I see very recently in my life and have thought very similarly…
    
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  2. Jeanne says:
    
    12/14/2017 at 6:59 am
    
    🤕oh, sorry. When my words feel like pinpricks… nothing seems right. Learn to sit tight. All ok? Catch you on the other side. 😊🕊(I will send you an email.) my address is promisegardens@att.net
    
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  3. B. says:
    
    12/14/2017 at 7:08 am
    
    Oh please! Don’t be sorry! Your words are very heartfelt… that’s why I can relate and I am happy for that ! 🤗🤗🤗🌹
    
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