Poem: A Sliver of the Past
Rough ideas
sketched on the back
of a napkin
as I sit
alone in the diner
eating scrambled eggs
for breakfast.
Half baked dreams
tucked in the corners
of a sleeping mind
as I stare
at my computer screen
words jumbled together
no motivation.
Forgotten laughter
echoed in the halls
of a newly built home.
As I pack
all my belongings
thrown haphazardly
starting over.
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