with words dripping,
letters returning,
apologies surrounding,
and lives moving
onward, forwards...
we have this moment.
footprints in the sand
wiped down by your hands.
eyes keep searching
with guidance leaving.
keep your constant questions.
answers won't define lessons.
every nerve bleeds the same
no one views this way.
have we nothing left to do
but complain of mistakes
we only repeat.
footprints in the sand
wiped down by your hands.
capable of breathing
releasing old feelings.
our minds work in reverse,
growing up with lessons learned.
second chances go undeserved,
and life is proclaimed unfair.
footprints in the sand
wiped down by your hands.
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