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10.17

Forsaking all other

modes of vibrancy,

each lush life

I could have had.

Silence pools

in every corner

of our new place.

Even the sunlight

tripping through trees—

hostile, unexpected.

Cold stones in my throat

no one knows

cold stones

I keep hidden,

laden with loyalty

beyond reasonable doubt.

Not seeing the forest

for the trees not seeing

the trees move anymore.

Missing each change

until it’s shifted

beyond recognition.

I am still standing

outside my life,

watching it diverge

from the other me—

lush life I could have had,

now only spectator to,

forsaken among cold stones

of my own choosing.

Posted 10/18/18
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