Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor
of an aging life uncut and unloved.
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It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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before your words became bruises,
before your hands were a weapon,
before my shirt lost its white,
and before tears were my food,
you were my father
and i was your son.
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Looking down
he saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside
the splinters of a broken table.
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old shadows
that hover over the rocks and stones
in front of him
lead him with the wicked echos of regret
that his life had only become
his plan b.
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the boy in the window
carving a broken heart in his breath,
realized the condensation dripping down
was like watching his tears…
die on his lips.
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he freed his fingers from my hand
to paint his own van Gogh
on the side of another square
he felt was a better fit.
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