Paradox


I’m two years sober

closed the browser

took a hatchet to dreams

buried hope alive

two years restless

that ache in my chest

slice it open and

bleed it to death

twitching, tossing, turning,

all your words still

ricochet in my head

are you still out there

searching, yearning,

I’d give anything to know

I don’t want to know.

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