The Call
The Call…
Pain answered the call
you never returned;
Happiness took a dive—fell
into a junkyard of despair—leaving;
Left a broken heart behind
With
Streaming threads of tears through eyes
of rusty needles of grief
to mend itself—
And you have the audacity:
(to ask)
What’s love got to do with you and me!
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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