Detox
The quiet moments
Of my day
Reveal the words
I'd love to say
More in the wings
Than headline star
Not quite goodbye
More au revoir
No end, just waiting
At the start
The work horse
Eager for a cart
A sense of purpose
Nowhere to wander
DNR
For first responder
It's kind of weird
This sense of loss
Yet beautiful
Above the dross
The ache a pill
Just can't restore
Quite satisfied
Yet wanting more
Suppose it's Time
Our ancient friend
Who walks us home
'Til healings end
While head is full
Of hopes and oughts
Addictive you
Pervades my thoughts
Copyright © Cynthia Vipond | Year Posted 2024
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