Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
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Speaking Into the Cave
September 27, 2004 09:49 PM

Desperate Times

I want to say,
I miss you.
I want to say,
I need you.

The hours
that seem to grow
in your absence
are wearing me down
like a silent
interrogation
that spills my guts
without even trying,
until I’ll say
anything,
crazy things,
to make the
agony end.

I want to say
I was wrong.

See?
I told you.
Crazy.


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