New Poem

Shame

I think you left this here.

Oh, no.

It isn’t mine.

A gift?

No, thank you.

You see,

I have had so many over the years

Dusted in sugar and slipped

Under my tongue.

Lips sealed.

No returns.

I’ve been trying to return them all

To their rightful owners.

You see,

They were never meant for me.

They were never mine to keep.

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