Leftovers
If I could find
within my mind
a way to erase
all traces of time
Then I would start
to tear apart
words stuffed away
in mind and heart
The ones that hide
and still abide -
the pain that feeds
the hurt inside
And if I could
I surely would
leave only things
left for the good
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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