Back to square one



You’re lucky just to get back

To where you started,

Not over thinking or

Looking for too much

Just a voice on the telephone


Or a string of digits telling you

You’re no longer in exile

Someone or something

Yanking your back

From the edge of extinction

That dark abyss

From which

There can never

Be a return


You have to try harder

To make certain,

Things never get

That dark again

No more petty jealousies

No more insane swings

Just the slow, steady, predictable

Comfort of standing

On square one

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