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Exiled  He walked next to me, a foot between our bodies, a distance that only grew to divert obstacles in the middle of the sidewalk— trees, trash cans, mail receptacles.  He’d point out a café he liked over there and I’d say I’d never been,  a suggestion.  We chatted about work and food addictions, ebbing in and out of the serious stuff, family and insecurities, teetering the line of divulging too much, choosing to trust in the other, mostly.  And then he hugged me and he left, the sight of his back stabbing me, exiling me into invisibility, just a glare from the setting sun, dissolved into nighttime.

This one’s inspired by “Invisible” by Hunter Hayes.


Poetry and music.

2 thoughts on “Exiled

  1. Thank you for bringing this song and this poem. Your insight will bring light, not only to your own life, but to countless others.

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