poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, August 10, 2025
every breath you take
i keep
waiting for you to say something
that i can
believe,
just a word or two
that isn't a lie,
isn't a non-truth,
isn't meant to deceive,
but nothing
comes out like that.
just more of the same.
each breath
you take, each word i hear,
makes me grieve.
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