His itinerant footprints in the sand
were swept away long before
he could even turn his head to look at them.
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Tag: poetry daily
Space
What he heard from the touch
was the space,
in between words.
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Tasted
He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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Halos
Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Yesterday’s
Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
Fill
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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Razor
He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor of an aging life
untouched and unloved.
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Another
It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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before
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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Splinters
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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Unfinished Souls 