All Too Ordinary Transitory Story

Transitory Dandelion

I’ll never forget
watching people and lives
disintegrate.
Honestly, I hoped for
some of them.
But the ones I hoped for
never went the way
I had expected.
People make decisions
and forget their past like
sand blown from the
palm of their hand by
a sudden gust of wind.
Like a stretch of road
it’s behind them.
Why am I the only one haunted
by the shadows of the past,
stripped of everything
and left bare to shudder
in the wind?

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