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a lesson to teach, a lesson to learn


fumbling in the dark
for words
collections of letters
in vain groupings

they keep me company
or so I pretend

my circle is getting
smaller
the friendships
failing and falling away
like dead leaves

like grief
we are
they are
and
out of season

I have tripped on and
they are somewhere
in the ether of memory

we will grow faint
I hope
I wish
to loose the memory
of some of them

there are words lingering out there
somewhere in the fog
words that speak to me
saying
certain things in life
are lessons

I am sick to death of lessons
and of those people who
think they have something for me

a primer lesson
to teach

ah, is that what it is

have I not yet learned
well enough

well
maybe not yet.



Copyright November 7, 2013
Melissa A Howells
Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World





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