grateful for the floor [poem]

one thing I have quickly
come to know
nothing kills you slower
than letting someone go

grateful for the floor
that holds me
in a time like this

grateful for the woods
the man with steady hands

grateful for the brush
the pen, the words written and played
into ears as i wait

i will wait so desperately

fuck.

// thanks zach bryan

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