You once asked
How could my heart be broken?
And I danced around your question.
Such a rigid question,
Truely a dart of a question,
Penetrative, a withering enquiry.
And you alone know fully
Why you reasoned so.
I pondered,
I postponed,
You postulated,
You received.
I remember
How you looked,
When I gave you
Your answer.
I gave you our answer.
Fell a tree
Then you will see.
© 2018 Christopher Thompson
Written in England 29-07-18
Rush Poetry Started 6.35pm Finished 6.57pm
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Saturated by the stream of consciousness and thinking aloud. Attempting to be heard over this loud scratching of my pen on the page. Seeing life mostly through the rear view mirror, but still able to spectate the here and now. Watchful for the future.
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