Unfinished Business

Like flashing headlines,
Deadlines occupy our minds,
Keeping our reality in check.
Other tasks are dotted lines,
Allowing us to fill in whatever we like:
Unrelinquished promises,
Broken resolutions,
Unfulfilled propositions,
Taunting inflictions.
Unfinished business
Is coming back to haunt us yet.
We are separated by a few miles,
And you still have me on speed dial,
It has been awhile.
But, until one of us has a change of heart
We can't move forward.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.
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