Visiting is over. I give a hug that I will miss.
by John Rodriguez
As I sit there and dwell
my head spins while
trying to balance the worlds of love and hurt
She grabs my hands
and I don’t know if she sees
that they’re tattered and beat
but not physically.
I wonder if they look at me
and feel disgust for a fool covered in concrete.
They wait in long lines
And drive down miles of open road
to see if I will respond
and in a way learn to love again
and not be afraid to have friends
and not scared to show my feelings
but understand my life has meaning
besides simmering in a pool of iron
where boots clank and the years wave goodbye.
For these few seconds I have it under control.
my hands sweat with remorse
and learn to ignore the hate and negativity that has
built up inside me.
But the speaker announces
that visiting is over.
I give a hug that I will miss
and spin away
who make me feel like I’m worth living.
They smile but I know
it hurts them as much as it does me.
A feeling of gain and loss
a true oxymoron.
Out they go
back to their iron-touched lives
and I pass through the doorway
that leads to negativity.
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