WARNING FLAGS AND REPEAT OFFENDERS: when the heart forgets what the mind keeps whispering.

She crumbles sometimes,

Wafting clouds of pulverized angst

As her mind once again sweeps debris.

Under cover of light laughter

She kicks herself

For ignoring the ethically sourced warning flags

Flapped beneath her nose,

And the megaphone blaring the same old

Funky song of silence.

Only a glutton for punishment

Would revisit a one-way-street,

Thinking that, maybe this time,

After all this time,

After all these attempts,

She might find a digestive biscuit

And a cup of tea waiting for her

Instead of an absent repeat offender

Occupied by a sweeter offer.