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To go so far
And turn around

To take a step forward
And take two steps back

Ambition lost

Courage faltering

And you...

You just keep going

Leaving me reaching and falling short
Brittle Bird Dec 2014
Across this room,
                                     your vibrations are loose,

                  weaving into mine.
10 word memory.

Whispers fill ears
Like the wind blowing  crisp leaves
Glares passed like greetings
Stabbed into backs
Slipped between ribs

Pull up shields
Wear them like cloaks
Walk tall
Hide the stumbling

Rise to greet the day
But before night and day intermingle
You're cut down again

Sew on smiles
To match button eyes
This routine
A dance that never ends

— The End —