poetry, story, women

Someone Else’s Story

Once upon a time a place

there was and is 

A him a her another

Pass the minute the moment

words and dreams

rehearsed in time and place

A face his hand her ear

choose and regret

towards the ever after

She finds a breath a voice

delight and fullness

awakened in the pages

Write the minute the moment

touch and speak

rewording careless phrases

But no they say they stay

same and always

don’t look dont touch don’t change 

Its not to her by her 

for her to have spoken

In someone else’s story

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