Big Hand Broken


 i remember better times
and think very fondly
of when we connected

 but our time is short
our times seem shorter

 more distant
i remember how
good things come to mind
but i pay none
to splintered peace

i take this piece back with me
retreat again

JD- This poem is for someone that I used to think about a lot. I don’t talk to them anymore but they still hold a special place in my heart. 

© 2019

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