Greed’s Reflection
It never taught you greed—
you were fluent long before that.
It simply shone,
like sunlight revealing dust
in an empty room.
The hands that took it,
clutched it,
hoarded it,
already understood the language of desire.
And in its brief hold,
you confused its shine
for your own.
When it departed,
what was left
wasn’t broken—
just bare,
just you.
Copyright © Ramon Riveraalmena | Year Posted 2024
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