Crashintome

Fresher Air

Angry sounds to the crashing floor
The china organized from small,
fell by the way of the cherry wood shelving
shook by the knocks on the door
Protected, once by the glass cabinets
gone from your first divorce

Family fortune faded with age

Prepared meal
Pour the drinks
Gather round for the start of the ballgame
to discuss the trial of the time

Break the broken
looking me in the eye
My faults
Inadequacies
Gained five
Lost faith
Walk outside

Sit by myself
at the dampened patio,
through the sliding doors,
smeared with our fingertips,
breathing in a fresher air



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