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Short Verse, from a memory of mine |
| Hearts shatter Tears well and begin to fall Chests tighten as though gripped in a vice Breaths become shallow and rasp Throats constrict and sounds escape Knees buckle Backs slide down the wall Alone they fight the fall Seconds, minutes, hours pass The well of tears run dry The vice unwinds, the chest eases Breath begins to flow with regularity The sounds die away as the throat opens and relaxes its hold The box of tissues near empty, a soggy pile remains Legs regain their strength to rise To face the day again The heart’s still shattered The loss is real The pain will ease with time Next time will be different she thinks |