My plea floated on the breeze for a moment
and my throat constricted
as the words drifted apart and shattered on the floor
Remember when the promise of it all
was almost unbearably sweet
and I dared to let those tender vibrations of joy
swell inside me?
There are still times that I awaken to find myself
holding the pieces
Trying to form them into something less circumspect
and more aesthetically pleasing
To be continued...
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