you never knew 

your name was scribed 

on the underside 

of my foot that travelled 

in evergreen kingdoms 

and dusty rose mornings 

the same foot that traversed 

back in time 

to let you go your way 

and I mine 

I untied all the little knots 

ones barely supporting my breath 

and easy to undo

it was a mass of rope twisting my insides

I couldn’t release 

it’s complication of binding 

more than my simpleton self 

could figure 

so it stays looped and coiled 

waiting for you to find me

so I know whether to

climb or belay 


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