It arrived in silence.
The sound came after
the suffering,
after the pain had nested quietly
within the cold cage
of bone,
after the heart was brimming
with the burden
of you.
There could be no resolution
because the beginning
was broken
and so our story
could never
bloom.
May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
It arrived in silence.
The sound came after
the suffering,
after the pain had nested quietly
within the cold cage
of bone,
after the heart was brimming
with the burden
of you.
There could be no resolution
because the beginning
was broken
and so our story
could never
bloom.
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