Whenever Ink is Needed

Options fade in
and out to
the far side of
my fingertips—

of choices dancing
to tease my folded
patience.

I wanted to wait
yet the wind whispered
in my ear to leave you
underneath my shadow.

Confusion and conflicts
is hidden like lose teeth
swelling behind a broken jaw.

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