broken
silences unperturbed
uncertain
of advancing forces
“Love
is the only engine of survival”
I
am lost, rarely found
You
are a mystery, rarely lost
a
combo like peanut butter and bananas
let’s
hold hands, jump off the cliff
adventure
seekers hell-bent on forsaking fear
eyes
closed against collision
sometimes
the vagueness becomes unbearable
cannot
shake picturing Richard loading the gun
the
dust of America too much for his magic heart
nothing
makes sense when depression lands hard
a
black dog that’s no one’s best friend or confidant
suffocates
best intentions, cuts off our air supply
all
I have are these words to offer you
my
love’s as real as that empty theater in the big apple
when
lovers become suspicious they best reevaluate their choices
silent
as a hunter pursuing a soul mate in a firestorm of misgivings
boxes
left unchecked as children learn to accept disappointment
“The
wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
Charles Cicirella
11/10/18 
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