One a Day: Diatelle

Reach
Back in
Time that’s been
Erased from all
Memory. And not since
You were a child, fragile and small
Did anyone think to hold you tight or call
You honey. Those days of warm breezes at the beach
People watching in air-conditioned malls
Are gone. Now it’s back to cramped halls
Mind games you cannot win
Crying in stalls
Gone from all
Not in
Reach

(This was yesterday’s, fell asleep before I could post.)

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