sail

what do you do

when the symphony stops

when there is no longer

a favorite song

the butterflies die

in the pit of your stomach

a tenderness gone awry

and time just ticks away

you realize the life

you threw away

to exist

and that was all

waiting for confetti to fall

but only broken words crash

near the door

loud and brash

maybe alone is

as good as it gets

when time begins to tick

and a life

i hoped would bloom

was all sadness

doom and gloom

i wait for a second chance

to maybe dance

a different me

but of course

i have traveled

the rugged road

so very long

may i now sail

blue skies

through wisps of clouds

a westerly breeze

and most definitely

a smoother sea

— patty

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