No More

She never really
Told me about where
She came from

I know where she was

But how she got
3000 miles away
I’ll never know

When she went into
Foster care

Why she hates her mother
And because of that
Why she hates her
First name

I’ll never hear more
About that time in El Paso
With the gang

Or hear more
The worst thing she’d
Ever done
Because she wouldn’t
Tell me

No more about
Her stalker
Or her robotics
Or those friends
Of hers

No more

Just kinda weird
To think about it,
Don’t you think?

So much and so fast
And then no more

You never think about it
Until you think about it

Then all the no mores
Hit you like
A flood of wine

One day

And the scar
Tears a little more
Forming a small canyon

Years old bloodletting
Opening again


Just a thought and then
A rift in that spot
Of the heart that was
Once so fond

And then there is
At once no more
As again it scars

I will know no more

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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