Evelyn Klebert

So,
when I stop and listen
and hear a familiar step,
rounding the corner again.
And I tell myself
yes,
I’ve been here before,
lived this particular
event
one too many times.
Sure,
it’s been dressed up
differently,
different actors,
words ever so slightly changed.
But everything else
everything
I’ve seen before
lived through before,
but never quite settled.
So
here it is again,
knocking on my front door,
telling me one more time
until I find a better way
of settling things,
a different choice
until I find a better way
of making peace.

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