just me

just

my friends pen paper

slowly dissolving through the days

nights

writing trying attempting

to say what I was thinking

feeling even

lost on the street

wanting to reach out

feel something other another

excuse me can I touch you for a while?

knowing how that would be

exclaimed as a pervert

some street molester

to protest no not in that way

just you

just me

in a hug a soft embrace of hold

the cops

you wanted to be held?

try these bracelets

& we’ll hold you for a while downtown

so I didn’t

just me

my friends pen paper

dissolving through the days

nights

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