Differently

You,
the evidence of
my heartache,

the
proof that there
is sadness that exists.

Me,
the one who still
struggle to take down walls,

the
sign of imperfection
and mortality.

We,
the hands that took
the drama and occurrence,

the
strength and stamina
have weaknesses, too.

You
and I have been there
and we are here differently.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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