fuzzy wool blankets

wandering just wandering

where whatever wanting

what was happening

just around the next corner

the next corner

those teen years

waiting for something to do

wrapped up in numb

forever told

you are between things

kid times hard times adulthood

wanting something anything

to sharpen up the day

times in your bed

your legs wrapped around me

warm fuzz of excitement

most times I couldn’t breathe

& then you were gone

taking the heat blankets undone

stuck working the nine to five

caught in the half-asleep crowd

then the numb came back

cocooned me for a year or two

hoping for luck the come up

how could I find you

if I couldn’t find me?

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