Deertrail Wood Puddles

I told her,
I said take this heart
and my soul, too;
they won’t be mine
for much longer,
anyway.

So she smiled and took them
and started to make something
of them,
but gave up
and set it
aside.

I just…
I wanted to hold her hand
without losing my
sense of touch,
but her skin
had a way
of searing mine right off,
so I kept my eyes to myself
and I curled her hair
around my nostrils
and into my flower wrists
and I let her go.

Oh God, there was
just so much
that I hadn’t said
to her
and now
I never
could.

So there
I
stood,
emancipated
from the worst hurt
I’d ever felt,
yet feeling worse
for having lost it,
and I knew that
at last
I’d found it–
this
was
love.

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