Your words flew in –
like scattered shadows
held themselves at a distance,
waited
to shape from sorrow
tomorrow’s understanding.
They exploded on my lips,
stung my hands, ate the fragile skin
of my wounds.
I watched them all night –
rearranged, framed
tried to claim them as my own.
I snatched them
but they moved so fast
I could not catch them.
Header photograph © Sue Michael.
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