when your eyes are clear
comparisons and judgments
in your mind linger here
shackled to old memories
chained to what is lost
on a shaky bridge to tomorrow
what I held and what is lost
I sift through the pieces
of all that was untrue
my accordion pleated mind
filing traces left from you
you sleep in the bed you made
it was all your choice
while listening in silence
to what once was my voice
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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