I had it all laid it
I could see it all unfolding
Ever crisp edge
Exactly where it belonged.
All it took was a gust of wind
I was caught by surprise
Even though I left the window open
Even though I heard the scatter of leaves.
I look back and all my plans are rubble.
Never to be the same again.
Is this freedom?
Or a cold I must forever endure.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
