Someone told me that Winter was the worst.
Leaving what was and walking behind.
Not looking back or to the side.
When I hear about the new,
I think of what I did.
I can do nothing now.
Visiting the past can hurt
and heal but still
I know what was and still is.
~ JC ~
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( I haven't written in a while.
Not that what I do would be called writing.
The color red reminded me of
my heart and what I have done
and what I cannot do.
I watch now and hope
that what I did was ok.)
