Jun Wu

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You took the block from
my hand without hesitation
and smiles into the structure
you are building.

I smile, digging for another
block in the bin to support
you on your adventure.

In the back of my mind,
I ponder, choosing love
over a mind that craves
solitary adventures.

The…

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The first time around, you make
zig zag efforts, walking a round
about path, not getting to the
point, stumbling, falling, and
eventually turning the corner.
Then, you stare at the second
chance, a place to land, the
soft cushion of comfort, an
encouraging word, a boost
of energy in the right direction.
You are off to another place
not far…

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Why do I allow myself
to boil over when all
you do is sit silent
in the corner?
There are words one
should not say if
a relationship can be
salvaged.
There are sounds one
rather not hear if
a relationship can
survive.
Why do we fight
the good fight over and
over again when
communication is
exhausted?
Perhaps, we are
dancing…

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When I heard that you were
leaving, there seemed to be
a line drawn suddenly.
I’m not allowed to reach you
impromptu.
You are not allowed to be
close.
In truth, distance between
two souls can grow even
when six feet a part.
We can still commiserate
about our days, laugh,
and cry.
May our hands meet in
the…

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A gaping hole in the pit of
my stomach screams light
and shadow on the wall
of my gastro-sack.

I stuff buckets of multi-colored
thoughts down my cavity.
But, somehow there are
leakages and I can’t stitch
up the hole.

Soon, enough, my anxiety
permeates the walls of my
cavity, letting light…

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You, resting on your side
of the pillow, diverging
slightly from conversation
to offer me kind advise.

You, handing me tea
in my favorite mug,
staring into my eyes to
look for signs of distress.

You, drawing me a bath
in the middle of the day,
just because the sun rose
before midday…

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Transformation begins in a spirit
of the moment’s plea with
one’s self, “What have I done?
How will I go on?”

Questions come in spurs.
They ebb and flow through
the daily rhythm of self loathing
until the soul is wanting once
more to snap out of the race
to the bottom…

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Jun Wu

Jun Wu

Writer, Technologist: Tech|Future|Leadership (Forbes-AI, Behind the Code)