Universe Adjust

Who’s not been here before
This wist-filled den
Tucked far too far from the sanctuary a full heart holds
Green grass growin’ somewhere else
Front porch swing still
Once again
Happy eyes in those old photos
Haunting now
Hurling anger and anguish and gnashing of teeth to the heavens
So the universe may adjust

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