Tag dying

loss

an echo
coming forth from around the bush
a jagged memory
a crooked baptism in steel

you could have done so much more
an empty shadow
reaching around a summer afternoon
and telephone receiver

words spoken
from a broken shadow
I could be so much more
purposeful forgetfulness

a jagged memory
much more could have been done
an echo
running around the bushes
overgrown, running wild

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