Words no longer dance
they find themselves
marooned against
silence,
some sedentary
symbolism
that isn’t really
about anything anymore.
Sitting alone in the dark,
music playing familiar
the same melody,
similar sounds
that remind the soul
something did exist,
some way we might remember
there is a life,
we did once lead.
Now today,
we salvage forward,
being told to move on,
when really
all we have
is what we no longer know.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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