Trust doesn’t come easily.
She can’t be bought
like dropping quarters
in a gumball machine,
and she doesn’t hand out trust
as if distributing flyers
for an open house.
It takes time and discernment,
the emotion that comes
with falling in love,
you just feel it.
You know it’s been earned –
the intuition,
a tattoo on your heart.
What happened then?
Conversations sharing pure joy,
utter anguish spilled
like oil in the sea.
Suddenly,
she’s a spider on a hand
that gets brushed off
hoping never to be seen again.
The drop, nosediving
into a state of confusion,
the impact shooting pain
through every vein and cell.
She tosses questions
into the universe,
they spiral through
the perplexity
because kindness
comes in soft tones,
gentle melodies
only to be shunned.
A decade wiped clean
from the wall calendar.
A friendship washed up
like a soda can on the shore.
Rude actions can crush
a caring heart
at any age.
At any age a caring heart
can become crushed.
She hears chatter
of wishing
to be young again.
She understands
the growing-older trials.
The aches catch her too,
but although good
memories stay vivid,
she doesn’t miss the games,
starting point in youth,
and yet, the games continue.

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