The lines in her face conceded a generation of secrets.
Ones perfectly ordinary yet embarrassingly withheld.
A life of chaos deemed irreparable, but always with
a handful of unused chances given over, and
silent spaces ready to restore.
How much lovelier would she have felt with a hint
of truth revealing just how ordinary she truly was?
© TZampino 2020
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