Maire Fisher

First-ly let me explain the day-to-
day yearning to be heard.
Of-ten this stops me from speaking or – I
spring a leak and can’t stop gushing.
I try to
keep each aching desire subdued,
thinking, sinking into thoughts
about you and how you lit
the taper  until, at the
end, burned down and out
of air, I am doused by
autumn’s falling silence.

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