There's a ticking
Loud & brash
Uncaring that it signals
Something so crass
Ears close though a voice, quiet
Still begs to be heard though ashamed

Reflection is a grim countenance
In a room full of missed opportunities
A glimpse at all the lives left unlived
And the wheel turns as doors are left
Closed
The laughter is neither yours or mine
But it follows all the same
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A 🫂 for all those moments that feel as though everyone has left you behind.


© M.D. Tucker