I left you lying in the dirt, right along with
my black words on white paper. Angry questions,
muddied under your faint footprint on once
You never had any vision.
I wonder back over those aggression filled fights,
the insistence that all was right, fathomless nights,
circling back a full circle - ending now.
During the week, as I was walking to my car, I stepped over a piece of paper that somebody else had stood on...something about that paper called me back to take a look at it. That something, was a hand written statement:
"It's not fair for you to take everything I say and turn it into a fight."
Strange where inspiration will spring from...even someone's adversity.
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