Sorrowful –

words never to be read

in the right corner

in the left mood

at the same time.


I try hard not to hate


are tiny glass splinters

on nearly every face.


I try hard not to love.


While breaking

your concrete ankles

sharp and square


contact with strangers

and tell them

they’re all old home.


We will never say it again,

how could I.


Our lightest despair,

whiter than white –

the whole spectre.

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