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Poetry

No Sun on the Horizon

You don’t understand
And I don’t think that I care.
There’s the way things were
And the way they are now,
And the gap doesn’t matter somehow.
Indifference and distance
Spurred the sputtering end
That we play out with glances
And telling sighs.
This is how relationships die.
I don’t know if I’ll find love again.
I’d have to be looking and hope,
Dear friends, is in short supply
When you’ve gone round the bend
And seen the way these things often end.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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