Thursday, March 17, 2011

Chances Missed

The glass comes empty, filled with air
Giving nothing but despair
The grapefruit pulp
Glued to the rim
Brings old memories
Lost within
Chances missed
Feelings dismissed

When at last a thought pours in
To reinvent this frowning grin
A foul odor rises up
And spills the air from out the cup
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