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The Loss

Not a man

that survives the movement,

 

but a movement

that survives the man.

               It ain’t me,

               it’s us!

 

Not the tyranny

of addiction.

               Not Trump!

 

One can leave,

one can leave…

 

I was walking

with my son

 

on another beautiful fall day –

               and somewhere along the line

               I decided to spend my life with you –

recused of shame

 

and pity.

It’s the loss

 

of what coulda been, and was,

that is the most mournful. 

 

The very light

of day.

 

 

Posted 10/20/19
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