nothing to worry about
where do you suppose they go
all the good ones
is there a special place in time
nobody’s told us about
see here
I didn’t mean nothing by it
the candle went out
all on its own
and when I tried to bring it back to life
with a wink & a snap
well that was it
nothing doing
we talked for hours about it in the dark
every night the lights go out
and every morning
you wake up a new woman
somehow slightly different
like a daffodil
looking brighter
unconcerned about the law
of diminishing returns
as if there’s nothing to worry about
may two thousand twenty-four
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Beautiful. I don’t know where the good ones go. But I want to go with them. And you.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one, Cindy