It cuts like a knife

E.A.Fussell poetry November 20, 2021 1 Minute

We are always walking through peoples lives

By chance or

By choice

Strangers

On the outskirts passing by

Acquaintances

Bidding hello and goodbye

Friends

Sharing laughter or cries

Lovers

Exploring how and why

Family

The most lasting tie

Walk gently through those lives

Stranger, friend, or wife

Not all wounds are visible

Some they safely hide

By chance or

By choice

The deepest cut

Sometimes comes from a voice

E.A. Fussell

11.20.2021

Published by E.A.Fussell

Florida native, poet, writer, artist, adventurer, optimist, lover of chocolate. View all posts by E.A.Fussell

Published November 20, 2021

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