Love identity tension Poems

Untitled

Here it is again—
that pull, taut and hollow,
a vacancy in my chest,
reminding me:
I don’t know you.

Here I am again,
face in my palms,
hands in my hair.
It startles—

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Untitled

Here it is again—
that pull, taut and hollow,
a vacancy in my chest,
reminding me:
I don’t know you.

Here I am again,
face in my palms,
hands in my hair.
It startles—

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  J H (1 poem about Love identity tension)