Teardrop
Tear on my face,
what number could you be?
I would never count
that high
to prove your capability.
You are here
in this place
too often, and why?
Not a day goes by
without you in your space -
wet and trembling
and marking my sorrow.
Copyright © Angela Maracle | Year Posted 2023
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