Unspoken Apologies
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| Photo by Annie Sprat on Unsplash |
Tears glisten
Like the spokes
of the bike
Under the summer sun
We rode
We fell
One bruise on the knee
Two on the heart
Frowns harden
Like the bottle
Of our favourite soda
Before it shattered
Under the heat
Of our last argument
Words drawn
Each sharper
Than the last
Slates clean
Like the white lilies
Freshly picked
On autumn morning
Left on
Doorposts
Day Night
Day Night
Leaves wilt
And fall
Under the weight
Of unspoken apologies