Sentiment sitting on laden tongues

Like a stretched marked stomach

Skin stretched

over time

silence

confusion

A history of unspoken

undigested

overdone

and underprocessed

emotion

I say run

run off each ache

run off

each misunderstanding

Run off

every false start

every restart

Love each mark

away

Love every sentiment

as a happy memory

of what bravery looks like

of what commitment looks like

of the war that is sticking with

the one who touches you

with every unspoken word

and the best of intent

Love you

and them

like the satiating calm

of warm pie

then run off the stain

of what never quite became

and embrace

everything that is you right now

Go

Get Set

On

Your

Mark…

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