We Are. We Are Not. We Cannot Be.

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An audio-revised free verse poem

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We Are. We Are Not. We Cannot Be.

I watched as you burned sage,
cleansing your home of another
breakup,
burying a relationship you thought
would not live up to its
potential,

You were right.

In the brisk air of the hallway,
the smoke led itself down an
uneven path, one I’ve often
taken into the road of you. 
thirsts forever unquenched.
who you are to everyone 
else will never be
who you are to me, and only
we know the . . .

Truth.

It’s often those who are clever
who bark up trees with no
grip to console their feverish minds,
nipping at pastimes, trying
to pick up where they left off,
leaving the accolades of the
good ole days in raggedy
trashcans, unsure of how to
dispose of each

One.

Didn’t you find me in
your reflection standing behind
years of torture yet holding
every memory we made over
your head as a reminder of
how insouciant you are?
belligerent in shaky armor,
a world of “No, thank you” and
“Please, leave me alone”
lingers on the tip of 
your tongue . . .

We Are. We Are Not. We Cannot Be.

©2017 & 2023 Tremaine L. Loadholt Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.

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