Michael DeVries


I sit here now and stare at the sky,
but my mind does not follow my eye
It roams freely from here to and fro
and even I know not where it might go
Yet I find that more often than not
it lingers on feelings I wish I’d forgot
Of weakness and worry and carelessness past
of feelings I shared too slow or too fast
But then, interrupted by words left unspoken,

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