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Distilled thoughts remain afloat

while annoying road-kill refusing to decay;

the pungent presence poisoning the thoughts
of someone unwilling to live past yesterday.

How can I live past the day?
Move onto a life not yet to be lived?
Finally speak the unspoken word?
Let go of lies always believed?

The pond shattered like the mirror it is:

with shards of glass to impale softened fingertips.
You are a reminder of the past as she lets it decay, 
finally allowing a smile to grace her lips.

How long has it been since she allowed the sun to set?
Let the roses bloom and watched the children play?
Allowed the road kill to rot on the side of the road?
What has happened to the child of yesterday?