This Time

I write because I have to,

not every time, but this time.

I write though I don’t want to,

not every time, but this time.

I write although my heart aches,

not every time, but this time.

I write although my eyes burn,

not every time, but this time.

I write now so that the next time

I don’t want to, or my heart aches

or my eyes burn, I still write –

knowing I did this time.

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