Matter

One that came rolling off the brain in a torrent.

i started writing earlier today,
but had to stop

i had not yet drunk enough of the night
to give me the freedom of speech
usually relegated to me
after a little alcohol
or a lot of sleep deprivation

i started writing this earlier today
because the emotion was there
the feeling that i had to write ferociously
right then

or lose the thought completely
to the mundane rolling tide of routine
washing away the passionate embrace
of purpose and direction

but i could not stop that tide
and as i return now to the page,
i find there still is nothing there for me to use
to fully emote with words
the wide breadth of my meaning

when i write
that people matter

but you could see it in my eyes if you were here
if we were to meet,
this truth i could share with you
with just a look

and while i know it would not change the past
or bring with it some revelational epiphany
my least of hopes is that you would perhaps see
some small nugget of truth in that silent exchange

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SDF