Shards of yesterday
festering inside of me
like so much hope.

Broken.

And until now I hadn’t realized
the more I hoped for
the more I lost
in murky waters
wet with greed.

A handful of seeds
are all that's left,
cracked and dry,
and spiraling away
like so many memories
of yesterday.

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