It’s Being a Clinger Where I Shine, A Poem by Chris Russell

It’s not that I can’t touch myself

without feeling like I’m not here.

Or that I think I’m a kind of moon

streaming beyond and behind a self,

always just out of view,

no matter the day.

I’m just hard on myself is all.

In fact, in addition to the desire

to never leave your side,

a desire I now know you don’t have,

even you can agree

it’s being a clinger where I shine.

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