this time I’m playing to win
it wasn’t my move and I was pretty sure
I could grab a guinness and call it a night
there was no place to go so I recalled some
old photographs
which only reminded me
she doesn’t love you anymore
I sequestered myself on my own terms
but at least I didn’t turn into a hermit
but I’ve been growing out my hair
and chanting in between fastings
I wasn’t supposed to win
but my dream will tell me otherwise
june two thousand seventeen
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sometimes the dream is all you have…. beautiful, sad
thank you for sharing your thoughts, Denise