Tend

Nov 16, 2024
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Updated: Nov 17, 2024

In two years time

A lover left

Their heart, in the shape of a breakfast

With regret that it is not enough

And the universe will continue expanding

I know my life was squandered

on fireworks and horizon's gleam

Disdaining the dirt for bleakness

Grappling a hungry heart in vain

Still the dust,

running through my fingers

was starving too.

For rain and patience and life

For eyes cast down and kneeling blessing

Reaching out for heaven as I

Strange splendor is seed

but calloused hands are crowned

known touch

That the threads of the soul must be sewn

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