La Primera Untitled

So this is the first poem I've written about/for/because of Soulshoes... funny, it's so short, and not what I would have expected. But these things kinda just come on us suddenly. I've also not been able to title it. There may be more in me to come eventually. I hope it helps with the numbness that lies there. Anywho; Without further adieu:

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I'm not sure why the water wells
Behind my eyes it does swell
I see your name and falter some
For all that we cannot become.