Blast the Past©

Y’know that moment, when someone who broke your heart, swings into view , whether by accident or design and you’re left drained and speechless?

She looked in through the saloon window
A blast from the past
Her shame or his blame
No honesty
No trust
Return to remind
Twist the knife
Salt the wound
Where drunks get drink
And lives are lived
And lost
Two souls on crutches
A zimmer of their future
Alone with their thoughts
Of that glimpse in the dark
Through a bar room window

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