Badly Unfixed

Writing, writing, writing, always writing

I’m writing down these facts which come undone

The facts: my past is coming undone to re-open

I walked away, but did I come back for this moment?

You walked away; why are you returning to this moment?

These facts aren’t really facts at all today

New decisions come and wash old facts away

I’m not sure I want the thoughts which will come tomorrow

What am I to do, think, feel, say, or run to?

I see an answer in which everyone gets hurt

If we were to drop it, we should have left it alone

So badly, I don’t want to, but want to, do this some more

Why is this coming back? Maybe it’s been here all along

But I don’t want to hurt you- or you me any more

Must we always hurt someone?

I can’t fix this: it’s spinning-

A scratched c-d recording of what we’ve left unsaid

You can’t fix this any more than ever before

The scratches, scrapes, lines, breaks, and lies remain

Stopping. the c-d we need to hear from playing

We need to say what we remember

This time because it can’t be fixed


–Written by Sandy Heights

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