once a deadly trap
snare that caught the minute the door closed
and in motion I sat immobile
a traveling capsule of disapproval
staring at the road ahead to fight the tears
once upon a years ago
now a pocket of uninterruption
asking questions never answered before
with affection unmatched
a diffidence born in shouts and awkward silence
lessons learned of ago
Sunday, December 26, 2010
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