If I could return
to music on my telephone,
unknowingly ignorant,
letting days move by
so the healing around the pain
became a wall filled by strain
her not knowing,
him feeling the worry,
a sensitivity
could always destroy that which he knew
he knew it well
he knew the love he made,
he caused,
walk away she said,
his is no longer a journey
together,
instead they might never know,
until one day,
a coffee shop,
a simple moment of like yesterday,
smiles and nostalgia
until today,
it is now her turn
to walk away.
© Scott F Savage 10/3/2020
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