320 – Rubble

Scattered shards
Of what we once called
Our home.

Cracked and crumbling pages
Of many stories
Never told.

Hollow spaces left
By the missing faces
Of our familiar strangers.

Can a river
Without water
Still regain its cause?

Can the dream
Under the scars
Still be restored?

Can roots planted
On the past
Still grow strong?

Do we learn
To shed our hopes
And just move on?

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