troubles;

October 29, 2012
You stumbled
Too slowly
Onto the couch.

A priest on fire,
You shuddered,
Shook, and gasped.

Your tears were
Snowflakes dressed
As worn ashes.

I stayed quiet,
Listening,
Relenting.

You were twelve
Again, wounded
For the first time.





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