She Comes
A crumpled bit of paper
Dust lined creased edges
A fog of memories
Invading her heavenly sanctuary
Loud voices rape her
Moat of sheltering hedges
Adrift on wavering seas
It's better not ever really caring
Kick back haphazardly
The note disappears
She glances briefly
At a life once in happy tow
Never look at life backward
It will leave you in tears
She shrugs off regretting
And snappily turns quick to go
Copyright © Glenda Smith | Year Posted 2019
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