Before the Before

if you wish for me
I will call to you
carry my voice in my tired hands
from across the thoughtless setting sun

these bits of me you knew
flakes of a breathless rust
from the metal
of my being
have no bearing here
no place for these far away sorrows
the far cries of those wanting
waiting to be heard
before the
before

jppestana
Before
11.23.2019