Shift of Choice
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1 min readJan 20, 2017
My arid eyes lost their tears years ago.
Blind to the truth, I let go of something I didn’t know was irreplaceable.
My vision blurred as icy, frigid words snapped the chain of love.
What was lost cannot be recovered.
The fabric of my life tore in tattered threads.
The new garment is a pale shift of what was to be.
But it’s all good… My new lover prefers simple shifts to fancy gowns of leather and lace.
