I Walk Through Places I’ve Loved

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more time than I want to admit, I left houses, homes, places I’ve lived, Knowing now how much I loved them then, Hands clenched, teeth gritted, heart hardened Against unbearable, unknowable, unnamed ache Of missing who I was and what I lived there.“I’ve been moved” was not funny acryonym to a kid Who needed home base, wanted to belong, to fit Into a place that fit me right back whatever the price. I found many ways to do this, excelling at being Who I was supposed to be, invisible at best, Unnoticed at worst, by others and myself.<p

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id="680f">When times were so hard, so imponderably fraught, That still small voice roared from my heart Answers I couldn’t find any other place: Find someone whose hand holds mine, Who isn’t afraid to tour dark, desolate sites As well as soft-blurred, glowing moments.Together, we head for the great lonesome, The vast together, and all places in-between, Knowing no one here gets out alive, But if they are lucky, if we are lucky, We find someone whose hand is electric jolt Of expanding magic, songs without words.</article></body>

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For more time than I want to admit, I left houses, homes, places I’ve lived, Knowing now how much I loved them then, Hands clenched, teeth gritted, heart hardened Against unbearable, unknowable, unnamed ache Of missing who I was and what I lived there.

“I’ve been moved” was not funny acryonym to a kid Who needed home base, wanted to belong, to fit Into a place that fit me right back whatever the price. I found many ways to do this, excelling at being Who I was supposed to be, invisible at best, Unnoticed at worst, by others and myself.

When times were so hard, so imponderably fraught, That still small voice roared from my heart Answers I couldn’t find any other place: Find someone whose hand holds mine, Who isn’t afraid to tour dark, desolate sites As well as soft-blurred, glowing moments.

Together, we head for the great lonesome, The vast together, and all places in-between, Knowing no one here gets out alive, But if they are lucky, if we are lucky, We find someone whose hand is electric jolt Of expanding magic, songs without words.