Make another dent
A tour meeting, disapproved and outbid
We were
broken and still one
Piecing together our fractures
You moved into what you never knew
What you’ve now claimed your own
I sat along the empty beach
The dead sea, salty and crestfallen
She was sighing along with me
Amid a conference of fallen stars and miss you
I miss you
You didn’t think about your options
Should I tell you
You can’t hear me now.
You’re distant
Miles apart from who we were together
A girl I once knew
Now we’re both chains severed by truth
At least it’s the truth you chose
Who you became
This post was inspired by a post written by my friend, John over at woodsy, the performance poet




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