Fourth of July

Heavily, the humid air lay still.
Pain reborn beyond our want or will.
Memories of better days
have never been enough
to see us through.

Aging knots of great unease
killed the loving fantasies.
Another morning came and went.
And still, love wasn't there.

Summer morn become a norm
of ardent suffering.
The fourth of July - an endless sigh.
So much for independence.

Heavily, the humid air lay still.
Pain reborn beyond our want or will.
Memories of better days
have never been enough
to see us through...

? Michaelette ?

7/4/2002
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