stale bread

When is too late for a fresh start?

Has my new beginning expired

Like the milk carton forgotten in the back

Or the stale bread on the countertop?

Is my frail heart shattered beyond repair?

Have I left a wake of destruction

Too big to fix with elmer's glue and words practiced in the head?

 

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