The disgust
you meant for me
is filling your mirror
etching new
and early wrinkles
in your face
filling me
with guilt
that is not my own
but that I deserve
each
standing up for positions
that have not even a chair
to lean upon
if this is the past
that we must carry forward
then this is our future
if we can't see through
the fog of this
today and yesterday
into the people
we are alone and separate
from what we've done
we can stop
and work through
to something new
or just dream
and lie about the tide coming in
reaching closer to our shoulders
day after day
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