Junco
You see me sitting in silence, but never ask what I’ve lost to be quiet.
I smile like a habit — behind it, a heart held together with breath.
The shadows walk with me kindly, hiding the parts I can’t bear to show.
Copyright © Becoming trude from the ruins | Year Posted 2025
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