Ivy clings like memories even when all the tenses fall wrong
I keep looking over my shoulder for the children are slower and left behind
I fall, then my face falls, my sight falls away, and
then my mask fallsI've answered grief as loud as I can but how could I be louder than my disbelief
I sweep up my footprints in the dust, my imprints in the sand, and let my fingerprints burn
I have mourned the dead; I am mourning the dead; I will always be mourning the dead.
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Pic: Ivy wall with L.
5 comments:
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It's so tragic. All of it.
Nicole: 💗 💗
Truly tragic, Steph. 💗 💗
Good luck.
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