Poem by scott tetreault
Somewhere along the avenue
Tenderness cascades to sorrow
Life defines the shrine
Of unnourished dying souls
I look to where you used to be
But, her footsteps are long gone
It makes me want to wonder
Where this whole damn'thing went wrong.
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