“You are not
Who I thought
You were
But instead
Exactly who
I always feared
You’d be,”
She sobs.
How does one
Crack themselves
Open enough
To speak
Any words
Beyond those
To anyone
Ever again?
How do I…
-me
Painting: No more words #3
by William Stoehr
~ by April on December 16, 2019.
Posted in Death, Identity, Loss, Love, Poetry, Writing
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