Leaving

Is it too much
Getting in here
And finding I’ve left you a mess?

Random
Whatever comes to mind
Blurted out to you

It’s a lot
For a stranger
To pile this at your feet

But my heart senses
That what heals you
May be caring for what I can leave.

~ cj 2010.12.23

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