By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2014 Nov 09
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Without Safety

I am an immoral being
I have faltered
and stumbled
over my own idiocies
too many times
to count.
I am better left unsaid
I have thought
and I have seen
the strangled inadequacies
of past days
rise up
and take hold of me
with their eyes blaring
and souls stirring.

II

The sudden pang
of this loss
of
you
strikes me
without warning
after months have passed.
And I realize that all that it is
is that I miss your presence
your grace
your perfectly clumsy elegance.
you danced,
you know.

III

It's now
here in this place
wherever I am standing
that I wish I was around.