I Don’t Want My Words to Come Out and Look At You, A Poem by Chris Russell

I don’t want my words to come

out of their rooms

and look at you.

And I never dreamed

about being more free than free,

or for a different journey

instead of the one I’m on.

I’m just happy to see you again,

even if it’s only for a second.

Hopefully, it’s a long one.

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