Dancing with the Shadows
I was never close to her
But I knew her bones personally
I never gave her mercy
She had used it all up
Or saved it until it dried up
Either way she was a no never mind
A branch that could be pruned
Not missed
Used as fire wood
Something about the family tree
Maybe I was the bustard branch
I had wintered my soul long enough
For someone’s sake I came back
I had closed a passed and left my
Heart in the wilderness
Life without a rhythm
It could be steady
Like an empty barrel
Some people like the image
I was one cold being
I suppose I would care
If her heart skipped a beat
But I would sooner pet my cat
She had betrayed me
But I had put her in a difficult spot
Life is always about choices
And I choose to burn fire wood
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