Bloody Knuckles

Bloody knuckles
walked through the door
Over to the mirror
would we ever go?
Where we had stood
all those years before –
Even then I felt anew
Knew the pain I’d bide and
I tried too
to love you
the way I know how and
to need you
the way I could love
yet somehow, defeat you –
Space is truency
time spent, not needed
Weatherly sense
spent, not seeded.
TM

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