it seems way too easy
to not hear the intent
but just the words
it seems way too often
that I miss a cue
and feel cut off
it seems like yesterday
that the other shoe
always dropped
waiting for the explosion
that no longer comes
I have to rewire a lifetime of trauma
one wire at a time
but once started
radiance persists
your face and eyes
and yours and yours
smiling in kindness
my heart melts
Slut of the Cloth 
Great Poem! Maybe check out some of my work at saylessthinkmore!
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