Over and Over

January 15, 2016

Like lightning rips through the sky

and pieces itself back together

thus the communication was.

Being severed and patched

over and over.

Each time the sound of

thunder roaring

the issues sever the friendship.

Over and Over

Nothing to be learned

Nothing to gain

Just frays in the fabric

un-raveling one row at a time

So here we go,

over and over

again.

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