under the front door mat
dreams hang like cobwebs
in the corner of tomorrows
conviction is in second place
a runner up to this heartbreak
reasoning floats out to sea
thought I knew it all,
I
guess now I know better
I lay awake reflecting on this
we came far, but had further to go
as the dust settles on the past
unsung songs echo in memory
a compact disc of what could have been
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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