You heard me crying
In the dark softly,
The resounding
Of the voice
I have lost.
In that dark
You spoke
To my silence.
You stroked
My bending head
As you would
A child,
Sent into
The maelstrom
Of a school yard.
We do not mean
The deepest cuts
Our kindness makes,
Nor should we
Know.
JL Dec 9th 10:49
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