A handful of dust
In Louis Vuitton
Diamonds to rust
With another day gone
*
No promise for tomorrow
and new debts today
A heart with an arrow
no more money to pay
*
Collecting the moments
shared with those that we love
Not unlike ourselves
fractured people of dust
*
Like a scene of a movie
frames go by in a flash
No remote to rewind it
No way of making them last
*
Filling days with ordinary
and the flash of surprise
Each year, worth celebrating
to see the joy in those eyes
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Just a series of years
compiling a life
Maintaining dust and our tears
until it’s time for goodbye
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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