Tomorrow
 
you chose me from a gallery
of muted frames
it was a risk you didn't need to take.
the damage was obvious,
though far from tame,
I thought it secret...hidden...buried...dead
the consequences of touching me
may send back ghosts
and memories wasted regrets
  July 2000
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