Once Broken
Time has two hands
a branch has it leaves
the sky needing clouds,
and I am lost
without you --
the face that brought everything
into clear focus,
the voice that made music of simple
conversation,
the smile that lit my heart like
Roman Candles on Fourth of July --
the calm that never returned
after our stormy parting…
indeed, even heaven and hell now
seem flipping in an unsettling toss,
that never comes to light – up in
air, a funnel of perpetual longing
the sad reality, seldom do-overs when
it comes to arrows of the heart
once broken….
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