Standing alone in the cacophony of life
Sitting alone in the stillness of breath
Moments pass as hearts and wings beat to war drums
Your words drip down my neck and sink into my shoulder
While soft tears are lost among the buses and blurring feet
Solomon stands above fingers pointed at me in disdain...in disgust
Second lives intersect in strewn glass
And absent daughters take a chamber to darkened floors
Because we shield
Because we hide
Because we deny
Because we idealize
Because we are broken as a whole
And like the clarity of reality awaking a dream's death
It burns
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