A basket, a case of identity theft or was it an errant pass, from the past? Reminder to live and breathe, look around and remember that sometimes life is simply black and white. Was he him? Was she her? Did they lie or was it a simple error in judgment, a quake, a shake of the truth causing errors all across the cities? I am... Is that not enough? I was, yet that wasn't enough. A Patsy for trust, a photograph and a bed frame in rust. Colors sweeping across the floor like stars soaring across the sky. Is it just a delayed reaction to a force of nature or a simple contraction? All I know was that it hurt, it still hurts and it'll probably hurt when I'm covered in dirt. When the daiseys push up the past and the rocks are left by a guest. Do the ghosts still wander round while the gates are locked and there's no one around? A fly ball to the outfield, one out to go, you let your arms drop and the ball fell to the ground. You should have caught it, you should have caught it, instead you let it fall. You let it fall #igpoem #igwriter #instapoem #poempouring #mistrust #poorjudgmentInstagram

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