each day,
day after day,
I look for you in the
corner cracks
of painting houses;
hide well,
you did,
trembling
fromthe hears of
forgotten love
you experienced,
as I,
not hiding
but confronting
alone...
as it seems,
with you,
I always was,
playing a little game,
testing responsibility
boundaries,
disgusted with the box
in which
you grew up
and remained in,
yet comfortable with
the enclosed restrictions
of suppressed
desires avoided.
26Aug14
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