~Within The Recesses Of Learning~

 

 

They are there,

just beyond redemption,
tugging loose hair into feelings,
no matter how we try to ignore pain.

sharp edges cut our smile,
soft subtle furrows
of refracted remembrances
[ice storm weathered
by too many tears.]

What we felt
accuses us, celluloid evidence
caught between maybe and never,

and yet still they linger.

 

 

Author's Note

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