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Next summer


The water pools under her dirty feet
Dark and clay-like they sink further into the murky deep
“Stick to me like glue , “she thinks
There’s always next summer to get you clean
The water swirls in her dirty sink
I’ve been washing these hands for years it seems
The cracks are trials of yet another week
But there’s always next summer to get you clean
The water ebbs at her bended knees
I’ve been waiting on them for decades in silent plea
So stiff and weary from years of no belief
There’s always next summer to get you clean
The water flows in the swollen creek
No boulders trapping it’s fast release
Just the sharp, jagged edges of it’s furious relief
And there is always next summer to get you clean
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Done


You hate to be kind
I’m sorry
but not
sorry
I didn’t cry
I’m hurt feelings
and your feelings
hurt
It’s ok but it’s been
too much work
A la Carte
Broken heart
why sup
On sorrow
and she disappointed her wits with the end
Auvoir has come again
Huge sigh
…of sweet goodbyes