Unspoken Meeting
Am told she is in the room
My mouth says that its all history
Shallow well wishes that she “have a good life”
Only to simultaneously feel the period.
Linking to this present
There is no time like the past
No place like elsewhere
Especially when she is in the same room
As they say its all cliché
Tragedy laughing tears of drawn out hope
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