poetry

“I Fell Out Of Touch With My Crutch” Poem of the Day (2022)

I Fell Out Of Touch With My Crutch

By Ashley O’Hare

We fell out of touch,

but I still know too much.

We both live online,

so I know you are doing fine. 

I have tried to sever the connection,

but I cannot delete the application.

I miss when you would hold my hand

to the soundtrack of the marching band.

How can I turn my back

when you were the one to keep me on track?

My shoulder to cry on.

My anchor when I become withdrawn.

What am I supposed to do with you gone?

What if I cannot pick up the slack?

There is so much I still do not understand:

When did you change your direction?

How did I miss the signs?

What will I do without my crutch?

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