The gap of dry muddy time
Has been my friend during the drought
The vacant holes inside my mind
I've always been a decade behind
Empty spaces filled with doubt
The gap of dry muddy time
Puzzle pieces are hard to find
When they are lost or are thrown out
The vacant holes inside my mind
I'm learning how to build and bind
The memories I've lived without
The gap of dry muddy time
I don't regret what's yours or mine
It's something I've stopped thinking about
The vacant holes inside my mind
I've built a bridge to cross and climb
I no longer fear the drought
The gap of dry muddy time
The vacant holes inside my mind
Exquisite...This is a fabulous sculpture of words. Your poems are beautiful.
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