Live...
Sometimes I daydream...
I wonder, and I think
about life.
Regrets pile.
stacked like yesterday's garbage
in the midst of beautiful landfills.
Crystalline.
Decomposing in the corners of my mind.
I cry.
Just as infants when they fall
or break a toy
or want...
I want to live a perfect life.
And as much as I know how
life goes on, and how pain will reappear
just as you finally muster enough courage
to erase its ugly image from your memory
The tears still fall
Just as the leaves, and the fathers, and empires
And then they dry, making room for the growing buds
of Spring
ASW.
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