an insurmountable feat

i keep waiting for the blood to boil up and fall
what should be inevitable
now seems insurmountable

i think i hear the dreams
i had made for her
whispering, talking through the leaves

like they are trying to decide
whether or not
to stay this time

i sit beneath one of the trees
listening to the branches
try and shush them

and i whimper
wondering what happens next,
why I didn’t kiss her toes
when I had the chance
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