Bury me where

It creeps in.

Insidiously.

Rings clear

As a gunshot.

Too near

But not close enough

To take the weight off

My shoulders here.

Heavy head

And hungry heartbeat,

Holding on

For too long

To the lingering kisses

We left behind

All those years ago.

I need the change.

Can’t fight it anymore.

I don’t want to be

Who I’ve been

This past decade or so.

Principles made me

Miss out on so many things.

I’m ready to go out on a limb

And blow out on the whims

Of the wind.

That’s the only wish I have left.

Bury me where I lie.

On Tradition

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