On Gifts

James Long
Jan 15, 2024
1 min read

I have never regretted

The pieces of pain you shared

or the caustic currents of your shame

in the hallways of 3am

But I have grieved

the pieces you hid

in unfinished sentences

Left buried in your chest

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