Time heals all…time will tell
this story with words as scabs
over gaping lapses from
memory’s torn synapses
that failed to react in time.
She has some nerve is told
Return
Account
Explain
Use my language
Speak my love
Why don’t you bleed
A little more
Use my language
Speak my love
The woman exits the café
Leaves her umbrella behind
Clouds burst others run for cover
But she strolls with the rhythm
of a heartbeat
Steady despite itself.
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