walk
down asphalt
littered
with broken glass
walls
are scarred with graffiti
and a
car has run out of gas
motorist
sounding his horn
to
hurry others on their way
so he
may have more time
to
enjoy his day
yet
somewhere in this cyclic maze
i hold
you close to me
my
head resting on your breast
i
close my eyes to pain i’ve known
and
reflect on years of sad seeds sown
i find
no solution
no
point
but to
turn my face to your flesh
and
cry
until
the emotions are dry
when i
look up at your soft face
i know
they had it all wrong
but
i’m told such is life
i just
wonder what would have been
had we
all stopped the motion
and
held each other
but we
didn’t
and
look at our yesterdays
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