You are in my heart, annoyingly-
a shadow,
a remnant,
a ghost I cannot truly grasp,
a crevice nothing else will fit inside.
So I write poetry,
to place like paper bandaids
all across my porous heart.
I’ve wrapped it up-
here, see,
for you.
You are in my heart, annoyingly-
a shadow,
a remnant,
a ghost I cannot truly grasp,
a crevice nothing else will fit inside.
So I write poetry,
to place like paper bandaids
all across my porous heart.
I’ve wrapped it up-
here, see,
for you.
Alphabet Ravine 
This is so beautiful.
A really good piece!🌸
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wonderfully poignant!
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Thank you very much!
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Excellent poem. 🙂
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Thanks so much! Your blog is beautiful!
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Porous heart. That’s definitely a most apt way to describe it.
Mop up on aisle 3.
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Beautiful and very precisely written.
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Thank you!
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