Poem

Matt

you say things
we’re thinking
but when you say them
it becomes real
and we always knew
but we didn’t say it

My best friend told me this
We were young

Abe

He helped shape me

-M. Taggart

Poem Up! #The Confused Parallel

Written by -M. Taggart
Published- MasticadoresUSA

The Confused Parallel

He couldn’t catch his breath. His words
were spinning in his mind with such ferocity
he was unable to calm himself as he began to
shake. He was sure he could see his words
on the ceiling. He pulled his body together,
clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked
while trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black
hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly
onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful,
just around her head as a halo might linger for
a moment longer when the harboring light is willing
to have it. This light was not for him. 

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Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!

Matt