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[randomly selected from all my photos here]

We were stuck (by Josh Mandel)

We were stuck there,
conversation crammed in a dead-end,
waiting for a "but"
that would never come.

She was waiting for me to
make sense of myself,
to justify actions,
explain them, at least,
or take them back.

I could not give her this,
could not ever satisfy,
(never sufficiently)
the depths of that misery,
the immensity of it,
the way everything was suddenly consumed
in tears and anger and
exasperated words.

We were just stuck,
feelings failing to move forward,
so many sentiments just frozen in place,
a mere silhouette illuminated by the
embers of what must once have been a blaze.

We were stuck,
midconversation
(or was it end-of-the-line ?)
half way through a phrase
and waiting for a "but"
that could never come.
[randomly selected from 21 poems/paragraphs here]

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