One more chance

The desert summer brought us ice storms

and I sat within the spark of your eye

and wrote poems from the fragrants of our letters

You remind me I had forgotten myself

within the madness of this world

For we could not be domesticated

Our hunger was never satisified

I remember myself within the howling winds of your storm

We really were great together once, weren’t we?

Before pride and doubt got the better of me

Don’t be a fool, he warns me

Be honest

Be real

For self sabotage is what I’m good at

And I have only one more chance to get this right.

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