Sorry I Couldn't Make It To Your Hootenanny

A feeling came and gripped me
On the parkway
A half-mile or a full one
From the house
A dread of kinds
And fear all too familiar
Faltering identity
Exhaustion, warning, crisis
There are times that I may require
More than
A gentle tap on my
SHOULDER

A simple touch of hopeful fascination
A hopeful brush of what could have been
And knowing that would could have been won't hurt me
Familiar places have me so choked up

Shaking hands with everyone I could have been
Give salutations
Making plans to visit everywhere



Credits
Writer(s): Rivers Shaw Iv
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