Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Heartsick Redux

The broken beaus
By Roosevelt Milk
See only the empties
Left behind,
Opportunities squandered
For lessons learned,
Where pain was transferred
Like smiles,

Too stricken to see
The bottle's been filled
And the thrown away will return
Like butterflies,
With eyes on the road behind
Waiting for the heavy truck
No longer making rounds.

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