What historic shadows do we live with? What bricked, mortared, and hole-riddled, but still beating heart will we keep saying suffices? What love? What? This battered banner These stars Ready now, to tell true stories Able, finally To let go To grow
Eyes that see
Seeing as I am seeing less and less of That lately
A heart not beating for the sole purpose of breaking a heart
Since, refusing to settle,
Dancing
Character, and A character
About whom I’ll pen an epic true-story novel
A Love who’ll not put This Love on a shelf
Nor ever leave it
Unread
Reasons everywhere
To pick up and restore
Again and again
What is broken, but beautiful
Discarded, but eternally in-demand
Whether yours, theirs, ours
This banner, heralded
All I hear’s the breeze
Do not blame the Sun
Nothing here is new
My heart-rending notes
Eyes that see
These rectangle rooms
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