Ophelia

All those times i said no
to what i want now
searching for, rejected pasts
Shut doors. Morn.
Seeking more than what it was
and now i don’t have

Seems all my loves have new loves
new loves to love
moved on. Behind tall hedges.
Birthed new hopes in hands to hold
In coming winters.
Splinters crack my heart, remembering
Forgotten goodbyes.

Kinds that gut said, not now
Not you
Blue, looking over my shoulder
folders
of excuse
and abuse

Blocked love
escapades, roots
shooting blooms on cold ground
where fallen leaves mulch
casting darkness
feeding the starkness of a blind sight
in loss,
Across empty nights
Alone
sown, a blanket to cast over-board
blown down stream
The story of
Ophelia

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