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…