blurred lines along the highway

blurred lines along the highway
twilight trees and empty fields
the wind takes the journey
and my heart is squeezed
tight as a fist

it is too late in the day now
to tell you that I love you
too late in this lifetime
to remind you
they have broken the way
I can only let them be
day has ended
with another anniversary

I can’t breathe,
my eyes filled with regret
tears fight on the edges
and I may be stronger now,
the gift bigger than
I can ever know

small consolation
as the sun disappears
with the last of what was
none of it matters
the past is in
the aftermath


leigh-anne fraser

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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