A Soulful Frame
Mistakes like rivers float above ground…
Many bridges crossed and torn down…
Reaching back to hold what was lost…
Empty hands and tearful eyes become the cost…
Under a sorry is another to be heard…
Folded neatly in the depths of my words…
Forgetting is not as easy as remembering…
Inside a soulful frame is everything…
I close my eyes as tight as I can…
As every bit of life drips from my hand…
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2013
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