what did she give away
did it all fit into a box
teensy tiny pieces of herself
mismatched like discarded socks
what do you hold onto
what do you let in
whats the meaning of this and that
and him
is there any meaning left at all
is it what prompts you to
search the sky
do you gaze glazed as others pass
the past a more distant blur
in the inner portion of your mind
where did you and it all go
down with Alice
squeezing down her rabbit hole
in the mirror backwards to and fro
your image paces lost
expectations exact a cost
little self wounds make of you
a moving target destined to test the winds
like the weary albatross
remember little hands
remember your little feet
remember days of daydreams
remember nights of music sweet
remember who you were
when you thought you card
remember now and how you've developed
your thousand eye stare
the night makes sounds
that seem to be your friends
the wind she sighs
and want
s you to listen in
the tree branches bared
scrape against the night sky
and the darkness has grown
closer
with each year the closes in
and passes you by.
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