buckets

when i am alone
and
i am so very alone
right now
i just let the words
spill

when i had her
i was content
to let them
slide
over her smile
like a life preserver

when i do not
i toss them
by the bucketful
at the world
in attempt
to tread water

some days
there just aren’t
enough
buckets
for a fool
with a sore shoulder

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