Just whispers in the night
After they’ve helped us
Bury the body.
Dirty hands so raw,
Cracked and bleeding
Heavy breathing,
Once it’s complete
Collapse in the snow
And stare up at the
Howling moon.
I left you there,
Your image fading into the night
As I walked away
Because
What’s there left to say,
At that point?
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The cabin air feels tight
Depressurizing
And as I sit here not yet realizing
What’s happening,
A picture pops into my head
Of you, eating grapes
At our table
Laughing at the ordinary moment
Of me dropping my milk
“Typical” You smirked
And that smile lingers
On the horizon as I
Softly go to sleep
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To be continually confined,
Scratching at the high walls of my
Cell until my fingers
Bleed, with no one listening to my
Whimpers except the moon.
She’s the only one who never
Gave up – on me –
Continued to shine on –
Despite all I’ve done
I keep desperate hold on that thought
As I lay down each night to sleep –
Holding my blanket of moonbeams
As I dream of all that
Could have been.
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She came to my door
Broken and shamed
Last night to explain
The unexplainable
How she rose above
The light until
She reached the
Darkness of
Your might.
It could
Be easy to
Pretend
But you
Know
That’s
Not
What
She’ll
Do.
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From Where She Stands 