Waste paper, waste words.

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
pristine paper.

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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love,

Eaton