healing

When I don’t feel like I’m trespassing

The graveyard of my mind

I wonder

How the crumbs landed on our feet.

I remember,

We began

In hopes of being discreet,

We were young and hopeful

And living like Teenage Elite.

It was velvet and daisies

And roses with thorns

I didn’t think I’d look back

So empty, and forlorn.

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