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“Always” by Michael Tidwell

Having thrown the dice and bellied up,
How now do I feel?
Mostly empty,
A heavy stone in my chest,
Doubting many things but one,
I was right.

Not a lot of consolation,
But perhaps a salvation.
Knowing better now
That I can always keep going.
I figure she
Really lost, but don’t
Really know.

I find it doesn’t matter, and
It always matters.
To offer what you have
In innocence and trust,
To risk, to give, even
To lose,
Is to live ever on the edge,
Lungs Full
Of Anticipated Laughter.

Michael Tidwell