Poetry/Prose

Grown Ups

where are you?

oh shred of heart
that loved with wild abandon
oh scorned inhibition
now embraced
with world’s many turns

leaving no reason
no season for blind love
I still miss you
still remember you
the way you’d act

like a child

not thinking
not guessing
not knowing

that sometimes

there is no ROI
that so many lie
despite themselves

so too remembering
that little sliver of heart

they once had

but lost

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