terracotta pieces on a dusty shelf
discarded soil and gloves
tattered memories, so brace yourself
lost flowers and loaded guns
broken memories of what took place
the sun filters through the glass
I close my eyes and I still see her face
flashbacks and photographs
innocence shattered and torn apart
no chance to turn back time
no matter how, I can't convince my heart
that's how it goes sometimes
disheveled ground covered with fresh dug dirt
lost flowers strewn around
even their beauty can't disguise the hurt
the silence, so profound
through hollow eyes we try to seek the truth
but find solace in the lies
forgiveness spoiled and far removed
no matter how we try
the world keeps spinning and time won't stop
before we know, it's gone
lost flowers drift away in our teardrops
as everything moves on
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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