In the turnabout,
footprints walking blind,
taking their cue from the invisible,
a source with no foundation.
take the step they think is slow
when you’ve already appraised it all,
evaluated and relived every detail,
every destroyed element,
your life scratched out.
there are moments you will never forgive.
If a wish was ever made
it was an empty one.
it’s their failure not to listen.
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