Until We Don’t

Tiptoeing around your broken pieces,
Like shattered glass you could have sworn was swept.

And just as the soles of the feet have healed, there you are,

Like a wolf conditioned and waiting patiently for its prey,
No match as we all tire, we all forget,
That is, until we don’t…

Photo by David Tostado on Unsplash

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