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  • Oph Kiltah

Pride Comes Before the Fall

I don’t do well with hints

But I guess it’s clear that you don’t want to talk

I wish it was that easy for me

My finger hovers over the text and trembles not to hit send

It cant seem to avoid my contacts

It is drawn to your name over and over again

Yearning to touch you and hope that my ears will be rewarded with a “Hey”

You don’t even have to tell me why

Why you starved me for days, seconds, hours

Why you needed your space



I’d like to think an answer would put me out of my misery

But we both know an answer might send me spiraling over the edge

I’m just here on the precipice

Where even the gentlest of breezes

Whisper of the wind

Could bump me into oblivion

Knowledge won’t cushion the impact

But clarity would bring purpose to it

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