My mouth is dry
from holding your name inside it
like a mantra
that brings no peace.
My heart too steady
for what I carry
& my lungs
don't want the air
they're given
They want last week's air
when I returned you call
but didn't want to
having better things to do
than hear a voice
I would give anything to hear again.
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About Susan L Daniels
I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Sometimes, we just, long for things that, aren’t right for us, and we just have to wait, until that sense of needing, wanting that someone or something to wear itself out…
Well. My brother died last week and its about that so there’s that. Not that you’re have any way of knowing that.
This fairly rips at me, and obviously I have some sense of where this comes from inside you. Would that we could have those chances back. Would that we could.
Thanks, brother man. I wasn’t sure I should write something so soon, but I’m forcing myself.
You be well, my friend.
This is too much.
Maybe I shouldn’t be reading your posts in reverse order…..
Hope you are finding and feeling your way….to….where you need to be.
Much love.
Thanks much, Johnny. We’re all getting there.