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A matter of time.

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The last vestige of foundation
crumbles away to dust,
a gritty snow storm that clouds my vision
and brings everything else down around it.

There's a red haze before my eyes
and a pain in my heart.
Staring
at all I once knew
falling to pieces before my eyes.

The beautiful illusion has cracked,
the hopes for repair have failed
with the shattered glass.
The excuses that created an appealing façade
are finally recognized for what they are
and a domino effect begins.

I didn't expect this.

There's so much noise
as the world falls apart.
Cries of anguish
with shouts of rage
screaming through the wreckage
of old memories and dreams of grandeur
that can no longer blossom.

It all seems a void now.
The coming rain will soon wash all
into disbelief
as we trace footsteps back to where it all went wrong.
Sifting through the sorrows
for some explanation to cling to.

But nothing seems real anymore.
Old photographs are like another's story
and memories seem to be tainted.
A new perspective that distorts everything.
Was it even real?

It was real to me.

Could we start again, please?
I had thought maybe we could.
Then the world shook
and the foundation failed us.
Then the world shook
and knocked us off our feet.

A catalyst we can't seem to stop.
A fight to rebuild we're not ready to undertake.
It could be fixed.
Collect the pieces and start over
even though the pieces no longer look the same.

It will never look the same.
Lay some new foundation,
frame a new structure
and we'll take a new picture of our efforts.
But for now,
we're left with this mess.
A pile of rubble that doesn't make sense.

Give it time, dear heart.

But for now,
I stand dumbfounded.
This about sums it up.
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WoodscourtBooks's avatar
Very heartfelt, very evocative.