Poem – Twice A Day :

All I hear is idiocy and greatest hits nostalgia.

Emetic experts telling me the time with rusty crooked hands

i understand it’s not as planned.

Love is a looking glass remembrance

Sharded by history

Shattered by her story.

I pull up my collar to counter the rain

Swallow all the pills to counter half the pain.

I’m sorry, my head down, an agnostic praying.

Thinking of me, or is our ‘together love’ decaying?

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