Silent

I am a broken door hinge.

Your slamming the door
haphazardly adds to my
aching

Never mind fixing me

I’ll get my fix when
someone bolder comes
along

Holds me in their hands
and really takes the time
to know me.

I am a beaten path.

Potholes disrupting
the flow of Saturday foot
traffic

I am the road less traveled
I’m missing all the right
trees

I am the moon when it
refuses to shine, my color
silent.

I am everything you ever
wanted but you didn’t know

how to have
me.

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