Divorced

Poem By Byron Headrick

Starting over fresh, isn’t like starting.
The fear is the same, but less.
So is hope – NOT like getting
Your first apartment meeting
New neighbors that always
Smile, instead now they
Look a little sad and follow
Hellos with I’m-Sorry or I-Hope-Things-Go-Better
Their face slightly twisted down
Their eyes less bright almost a metaphor
For they know
As you know
That starting over fresh, isn’t like starting

Comments about Divorced

Starting over fressh isn't like starting. What a awonderful way you always ends your poems, Gershon Hepner


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