bridge / deserving

the bridge you cross a millions times
until one time’s the last;
the path you walk unthinking, til
the time to walk has passed

the leaves that we count on to fall
and mark without concern —
until the winter one day comes
from which there’s no

she looked at him and wondered
what it ever was she saw
in anyone so selfish and
so weak about the jaw

how much she gave away to one
who never cared a bit;
and how much love she wasted
on an undeserving


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