October 7, 2018

Knowing

too real for heaven
and too comfortable for hell
what is this place

a touch 
that reads the legend and lore of a dying heart
lingers a little longer
on the edges that hurt most

a presence
like morning breaking through the clouds
after a long night

whose is this heart
that has bled and healed
just like mine?





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