Forty Something : It Doesn’t

It doesn’t
Feel
Like anything new
Nothing new
New
Ghosts clutching to my shoulders
Skeletons in my closet
There were plenty
Before
I’m picking up more
For the fun of it
You break hearts
Because you don’t have one
Good
I didn’t want mine to begin with
You wrote about one
Like you loved him
I write like that about all of them

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