I see your picture on a wall
I turn my eyes away
I don’t see it again
But the image stays
In my mind
With a pain
A pain of loss
And love
And confusion
The picture is still on the wall
When I return from
My wanderings
Blistered and bruised by
My interrogations
Of you
Why…why not?
When…?
How…?
Did you know what you did?
Do you now?
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