591 – Sling

It’s always the same story.

It’s always the same script.

Right place, wrong time,
Right person, wrong smile.
Two lives go out of sync,
And drift apart.

We sigh and place dead flowers
On simple shallow graves,
Swiftly dug to hide
Our broken dreams.

We go on hoping.

We go on living.

Because love,
However brief,
Is a sweet, hard liquor
Worth the risk.

Even if,
From time to time,
We end up with a patched heart
On a sling.

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