We would wander
lives strained while when
told to fight normalcy then
everyone knows thunder.
She held a picture in hand
I remember when and where
looking over the park, there
she in her mosaic I might land.
Then there was that last visit
a collage held no more memory
he knew in the moment his unsavory
love would wander as was it.
His picture he could feel it hit the floor
His demeanor tiresome began a war.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/07/2020
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