trivia takes precedence
and I begin
(if only for a moment)
to move on
my clinging fingers
tire of the strain
you pull too hard -
I shame myself
internal snowstorms turn my face to stone
but when he is no longer by-and-my
the tears flow freely
I know it, I know it
what you'll always say
but what you say is not
always(ever)
what you show
it's that itching ache
that aching itch
that twinge under my heavy coat
futile to try to ease the
minute suffering
the tiny tragedy
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