Band Aid

The words always flood in
When happiness is furtherest away
I am literally aching
For you
And I cannot reach you
I listen as you satisfy others
And my sorrow roars
My loins throb
My stomach turns
And I want to retch
Nothing comes up
So I dry heave until my throat is raw


Seems so long ago
My throat ran raw
From engulfing you too deep
And now this is someone else’s fate
While I observe from the sidelines
Pretending I am joyous for you

Too fast
Too soon
You ripped the bandaid off
Before the bleeding stopped
And now the box is empty

So I sit here
Watching as you move on
With the next play
No paramedics
No first aid
And I bleed
As you score one more for the home team

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