Scratch Poem by J.L. Nash

Scratch



it's scratching at the insides of me
without even being near
your absence has become parasitic in its approach
to my self

haunting arias conjure only the most wistful of smiles
happy songs become signposts pointing in the direction
of time travelling adventures
the future depends on trees
and the stories our brothers write upon them

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