Wanderlost

if you ever go through heartbreak

where you can’t see straight

on account of tear refraction syndrome

when grief only lets you look around corners

like a mad myopic cat

blind or wearing blinkers who knows

I did and it was forever, I mean day + day

a susurrus of sorrow and doom

horizon of bleak

then time passed

I mean day + day + day

my eyes reflected clouds

breeze whistled the trees

I blundered forthright shouting pleasantries

forgot the olden times

looked on brightness cheery and smart

that’s what time is all about I tell you

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