Dear Yesterday,
I know this is but a fool’s hope.
I look for the piece
of heart
you devoured
and spit back
at me.
I hear
the narrative
in my head
on an endless loop,
slurred
as I try to justify
your reckless intentions.
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
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Don’t know which I like less; the wicked haunting of yesterdays or the dread of uncertain tomorrows. Nice write, Penny!!
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You’re very kind, Ron. Thank you! ❤
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