graveled to dust, lay a word
once whispered in my ear, lay a word
misplaced in guilt’s unfurnished rooms.
And somewhere, among all that is strewn
lay a debt unpaid, a coupon unredeemed,
a ravelled hem, and the hard shadow
of a child we were too young to name.

Image: Nolan Issac on Unsplash

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