Nov 2020
she cupped
his tears
in her hand
as they fell
let the puddle
separate into
individual
droplets
and watched
a pattern form
she traced it
as if it was
his lifeline
not knowing
that was what
he called her
his tears
in her hand
as they fell
let the puddle
separate into
individual
droplets
and watched
a pattern form
she traced it
as if it was
his lifeline
not knowing
that was what
he called her
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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