a Poem by Raquel Swann


Tall buildings cast dreadful shadows overhead,

though I cannot, for the life of me, see you

I feel your pull

calling to me

enticing me to come home

to lay bare in your arms.

Even for one night,

out of the thousands

I’ve spent searching

the world over

and over.

My empty hands clench tightly to dreams

they slip through my fingers

like water from a mountain stream.

Only a sip’s worth made it to my lips,

I cup my hands together for more,

but only hard mud remains.

I’ll try to run as fast as I can,

but it’s always too late.

You’ll just turn the poles around,

and repel me.

Further back from which I started.



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