I start all over, again and again
like a million times before
there's no getting even or settling scores
I try to make sense of the rain
like the empty picture frame
where our picture used to be
like the dreams of the kisses
with my hand upon your face
I try to make sense of what's left
was it ever as it seemed?
were you ever even here?
an apparition of love
the beat of one heart
I try to make sense of the pain
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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