One Day in May
I came to the door
The last stretch was ever so peaceful
Then I opened it
I looked around
And turned my head up
And I saw it sliding
Ever so slowly down
June was beautiful
I danced with her in that corridor
Until one day she said goodbye
And her words and gentle laughter
Turned to words and rustling paper
Still there but not quite the same
And next week I walked through another door
I opened it
And my sky fell down
Months later
And miles down the road
I’m still going
But I don’t know quite why
Slogging on through this smog
In a rage-blasted wasteland
Dragging my wounded soul along
By the river of my tears
Looking back at scrapes
And bloody footprints
Afraid to look at dark clouds looming
So dimly through the fog
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