Oh no
I've slipped on rocks of
missed opportunity
and now my thoughts are
filled with you.
I am swallowed with
temptation.
The librarian waves her finger
"You've no business dwelling here
in the History section."
I replace the duct tape
over my mouth
scribble the smile (with teeth)
using Sharpie and force.
My hands shake with effort against
my moral Compass.
Go North.
Choose North.
But I cannot move my feet.
My heart is too heavy.
Too full of you.
I am crushed in the aisle
in the past
as stacks of education
of useless information
bury me alive.
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