The Way It Is, A Poem by Chris Russell

Did you know that that guy you said you loved

imagined himself to be the grieving parent of

a castaway floating out into hopelessness?

I guess others have supported me so often

that that’s all I want to do now.

But that’s also why happiness can’t break through me

like sunlight through clouds. I like to help people.

That’s just the way it is.

And I thought you could love me

for the way that I could hold a space like that.

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