Something I can’t touch

Change.

that word

allows itself to

settle on my tongue

the bitter taste

lasts far too long.

Living like a siren

screams far too

loud for innovation.

breadcrumbs on the

edge of her plate,

Morning or late afternoon

consumes calories

for a hunger strike.

Change

calls for something great

but for you it is another

goodbye.

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