Hurricane Season

Our fragile pieces strewn
By winds of change and
Life crashing into itself
The twisted mire of need
And words unsaid
And words too said
Glittering all around me

Images of you and me
Can never be the same
I scramble for every piece
Holding them close in my
Memory box of Love’s life past

A City A Life A World
A Heart – or two -or more
In the roar of winds that
Never ended in my head
While I cried and waited
For us to come home

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