Poetry Jag, Day 2: Excited, Except.

Excited, Except.

Here I was
excited.

Excited to wrap my arms around you
bury my face in your neck
and inhale.

Excited to lie beside you
listing all the things I’d missed:
your voice
your hands
your ears
your dimples
the skin on your hips
the soft hair on the back of your head.

I would lie next to you
curled in your arms
and whisper these things in your ear

Except…

You are only here
because you are afraid
to wield the axe.

You would rather drag this
slowly through the street
inch by hard, paved inch
until it’s dead.

Look down at it
spiked with gravel and glass
and feel like
The Nice Guy.

It could take weeks.
Months.

Time
Concern
Thought
These are precious
and given only when returned.

No, sir.
Hand me the axe.

Baby’s got a way
with execution.

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