A glance at our Hero

Blanketed in the corner at the back of the closet lies my best intention.

A mere thought, a mere grasp of something great and then lost.

Shoved in the corner, next to a forgotten hobby or two, that’s where I left my last chance with you.

Scattered newspapers lie abandoned with headlines past, a time we thought would always last.  

It sets in like dust on a shelf, a book left untouched the ending a bust.  

But the quiet consumes the thoughts of the mind.  Only time will tell if our hero prevails.


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