Tuesday, August 4, 2020

I Forget

There’s no verse with words
Sung simply enough,

The words carrying
The deferred burden,

Shoulders to the stone
Of actual flesh,

Actually hurting,
As if it were them.

There’s a hidden tree
Where those used words go

When needing to grieve
What only they’d know.

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