Careful
One of these days the sky is going to break
and everything will escape.
I know this because .......
This is my least favorite life.
As the sun pulled away from the sky.
The moon fell away from the stars.
Like the memory of a bygone season.
The shadows grow long as the westward
sun kissed the sky.
I dream in my memory pallets
of people and places, I've forgotten.
From another life that soon fades from view.
But still ..... I see their faces.
June 10, 2015, Wednesday
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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