Cycle of

cycle of

The cycle of

swallowing the remaining day

pen in twitching hand

a moment taken to understand

directions life offers on icy signs

speed limit more than a heart can stand.

Close to six-thirty, dark

another day with a lump

lodged in throat from

separating smirks and smiles

while loading the dishwasher

remembering the cycle of

love.

burn baby burn

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