Like a plastic container
Over exposed to the Sun
I turn brittle and break
With passing years...
Of the futile pursuit
Of words in war
In an effort to draw
The essence of life
Into the parched throat
In the heights of the run
I again and again
Turn to him
Hoping against hope
To charter his soft corner
In the barbed wire fenced
Heart of his
Hoping to ignite a spark
To turn a friendly glance
and say a few words
To warm this
devoted soul
Plastic not my love
It endures
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