My conclusions halt to knots
as I espouse a deviated memory
that I can’t resolve,
a memory that’s been
reshuffled to the heap
of another misstep.
A fine-tuned-way of motion
sulks despair, surrendering a downpour
across my cheeks.
To love or not weighs
my future with bricks, bricks
that I can’t bear to carry.
Love hasn’t been kind to me.
Desolation has sheared the wings of my hope.
The clickety-clack of familiar footsteps
swept the ground right from under me.
High heels clanked louder,
approaching me on the marble tile.
For me, love had been a dream unworthy
of my allegiance, but then she slipped
through the back door of my life.
Ready to give up,
not so fast; she’s here,
and there’s no departing.

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