there is no finish line
I try to remember this
there is no finish line to grief
I wake from a dream
knowing my heart is broken
from love as much as grief
and knowing that everyone
writes poems of half formed truth
in love or from grief
can my heart hold more love
now it has broken? I say
"my" heart and trace grief
knowing it is so full of you
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Pic: Red Cedar Rapids.
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