Debris


I see your face
Wincing
Crumpled
Busy as you hold back every emotion

I see your fingers
Twisted
Shaking
Balled in agony

I hear your voice
Whispering
Crying silently
Breaking like dropped glass

I feel your heartbeat
A skipping rhythm
Irregular
Out of tune

I feel your weight
I taste your tears
Yet I no not your pain

I listen
I see
I hear
I long

I watch as you gently brush the debris from the stone of my grave…

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