Walls of Yesterday
Walls of Yesterday
Trust is a funny thing. It is earned easily in my house.
It is not easily kept. Break it, and life is different for a long time.
I got married and then divorced. That is not uncommon.
It is what a person does to stay alive…sometimes.
Broken glass, broken jars, broken bones in cars.
People have things happen.
Bars to drink from, stands to fall down in, and spin.
An outhouse to puke in, when it is raining ill tidings and bad favor…
of every flavor.
Pain from things we can not stop, but keep coming at us like air…we breathe.
Close to all the hard stuff, coarse and uneven,
trying to remember that there is a tomorrow,
full of memories worth reminiscing.
I just can not think of them…
not now,
or ever
again.
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