The
first half of the new year I waited
Drawn
out as a spider web
Heavy
with morning dew
Waiting
for the particular breeze
That
would unhinge the intricate structure
Loosen
the taught suspense
Brazenly
defending stake and claim
Only
to abandon my stranglehold
On
the last trip down the isle
Leaving
one future at the alter
Coaxed
away by an alluring drawl
Soft,
lazy intoxicating charm
My
other life waited for 2 ½ years
When
I visited it jumped eagerly
A
begging lap dog eager to please
Time
had brought the mange
Bald
patches of wounds licked raw
A
stench of despondency pervasive
Forsaken
pasts lay dry and cracking on my lips
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