And those volumes thousands
of words better left unsaid
they burst open one night
covers ajar pages abandoned
leaving a sea of clues
and just the thought
of missing you showed
the corner we had turned
on that new street life was odd
at first wasn’t it the soft ringing
of trust being chipped and
chipped away the razing of walls
that took no time at all to build
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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