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The Lesson
Drive on by the windmill that turns in a frightening situation.
I long to see what holds your captivation.
Once upon a time I looked at your stars
I heard the trumpets and the racing cars.
The way the wind blew was a miracle on its own...
Pretty flowers always were thrown
From them to you and you to them
Your smile held them all; yes everyone.
I always admired the way your face worked,
Your eyes turned up as your neck jerked.
And the way your mouth moved as you spoke
As if you needed to make sure even the deaf knew your hope.
I used to reach out in the dark, desiring for your touch
Now I can distinguish, I only used you as a crutch.
Hours disappear, as new days come
My voice is quiet, at best I hum.
Hazel eyes scan the four walls that surround
A heart screaming, feeling so confound.
What is best said about us, Dear?
Did you remember to erase that ugly little sneer?
I once looked up to you and wanted your attention,
I'll shrug this off as another learned lesson.
