Heartsick
Heartsick that foolish thing
Thumping through my bones
Shooed away, an errant puppy
Still waiting for the stick throw
It has sat so long
Barely remembers what it misses now
Some flicker of imagination
A sense of who it was
Yet refusing to let go
Honouring it says
To let it go, lets it end
Drowning in defiance
Knuckles white to the stone
Yielding no blood
Copyright © Josh Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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