Mixed Messages

Mixed messages, mixed messages,
were all I ever got.

“Maybe Baby,” you said
“Oh! But just maybe not.
…and that you were caught in a crushing moment
between your present and your past.”

Years since that day; sweet love.

Empty arms and empty cups and eyes that fail to speak!

But time is always time and now is always now
Drinking the blues is not how it must be so.

Maybe Baby, maybe this time
…we can reach for simple words like,
I’m sorry and I do

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