Saturday, January 31, 2026

He deserves an epic love poem
After this year from hell
(Which we don’t believe in)

the double grief severed the life 

He used to walk around in

From this one he’s got now

One sudden cut 

still a mystery

Like

Plunging into a frozen lake 

From nowhere

And then the last mother strand 

Hanging on pulled apart

To a too stillness

From what was a body

And mind always in motion

He mostly holds it all at bay

Wandering hot and cold nights

Eating pizza and movie popcorn

On sidewalks with the other

Lonely lost souls

While I’m home mending

That sacred tethered weaving

Which teaches you to wrap 

The wounded and weak

Tend to them 

With an eye on the person

They were are will be

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