if only Brenda could rewind her time three years
shuffling slowly down Agatha street quiet only pigeons coo
i follow the trail of baby feathers-pretending to be sane
just to keep an eye on her
it is reached the daily destination
one of the many resting places
along the coastal California lie
her heels cut dry bond with the pavement
lips crusted knees bent soul MIA
i pull the wool over my own eyes
turn and walk away from her again
words less spoken 
I like the spy style.
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Oh didn’t notice that yes… good eye! Thanks Kritika xo
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My pleasure 😊 xo
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Oh no, poignant and very well written
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Grady’s back in town!
Good stuff
xo
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Who was/is Brenda. Sad story.
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I’m not sure what happened to her. Very tragic life. Lost her home and job in 2013. Fell into addiction that sort of thing. But beautiful smile and kind.
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Sad but well written, Marisela. This is a situation that is completely solvable if only we had our priorities right.
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