there is no
left
no always right –
just a blur
where things went wrong
a moment you were here –
then you were
gone
balanced
among strangers
for eyes in search
of mine –
a hunger so familiar
seems my only
every time
beyond the blur
of wandering –
a wrong forgotten now
right returned
unnoticed
and I was saved
somehow
. . .
Beautiful!
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Beyond the blur of wandering … love this!
❤
Love your deep meanings crafted with accessible diction
Thank you, my dear one! ❤