Alone in This Hurt
By
Bruce Clifford
Pictures like icons.
Heroes in dirt.
Desktops and tagalongs.
How my heart hurts.
Freedom in passing.
Moments on wings.
A love everlasting.
Broken on a string.
How many lifetimes have been through to get to here?
Have we held each other before all this universal fear?
I really have no idea.
I really have no idea.
Roadsides and cyclone.
A primordial parade.
Frosted Ice cream cones.
Memories we saved.
Moment’s everlasting.
Where nothing forgives.
Heatwaves and fasting.
Many lives lived.
How many lifetimes have been through to get to here?
Have we held each other before all this universal fear?
I really have no idea.
I really have no idea.
There must be more.
There must be more.
There must be more than this.
Memories never faded.
Blue sky then gray.
Feeling alone and jaded.
Nothing more to say.
Pictures like icons.
Heroes and dirt.
Centuries of memories.
Alone in this hurt.
©7/8/2025 Bruce Clifford
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