i have no words
for the sorrow
when touching
is like fingernails
peeling back
fresh wounds
on tender skin
when keeping
out is as painful
as coming in
& k-i-s-s-i-n-g
is a cruel
reminder
of what rhymes
with
"m-i-s-s-i-n-g"
ooh how it hurts to feel
a broken heart
and so hard not
to caress the
damaged part
we try to predict
but so
uncertain
of the next day
...whether it finds us
standing or
blown ...completely away
yet still close
enough to
remember
the holding
and sharing
and the shifting
blame...
the loving
then the learning
we're not the same
tho sweetly
tied by offspring
and this good name
(intended for ever
not just to borrow)
aah!
i just can't find words
for the sorrow
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