JOSHUA LEON

Selected Poems

THREE QUESTIONS

 

                        were you not lonely?

storms came,

and our skin would soak

you wrote many songs

none of which seemed to fit

you rose, you fell

as then it was simple

just as it is now.

 

                         were you not there?

 

the hairs on my arm

standing static

once more.

Frozen by you.

 

                         were you ready?

 

collapsing, tumbling, rolling

the gravel cutting,

yet we cherished the sound

of it crunching.

 

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