Little Wanderings.

I can't seem to let things go-

last night I returned from a place
of unity, my spirit blazing with want
for understanding in each region of
the world,
so I became the impulsive girl
I used to be,
dialing up his name even though
it was two hours short of midnight.
I'd like to say I think before I act
but I didn't even stop to think twice.

People need sleep.

Of course he was willing to go
but the truth is it wasn't that important
to phone his home,
when he was already struggling
with an ache for rest and a chance
to stop time.

I can't seem to forgive the small
mistakes I make, so eager to dig
my head under and not make
a safe way back above.

I keep
my shadow buckled tight against my
ankle, for if I leave it out of sight,
I may lose who I am.

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Written 7/02/13 @ 7:00 AM