Windows to the Soul: Selected Poems (2)

December 24, 2019


Our hearts

thrum in our chests



Counting down

the years,

months, weeks, 



that we have left 



You faded to sand

right there in my arms. 


I let you run between my fingers and watch

as you trickle down to earth. 


Needle in the thread

I’ve decided

to sew my lips shut. 


I’m too afraid 


that every time I open my mouth, 

your name may come tumbling out; 


that you will say hi, and that I will start to say I love you, 

and won’t be able to stop. 


I’ve decided

to sew my lips sh-


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