My Present To You
I remember the day
you borrowed my pain
“Take it,” I told you
no need to explain
It’s shopworn and battered
each scar duly earned
Its weight a true burden
of prophecy spurned
Then when you’ve finished
the torture complete
Find a new soul
to will it discrete
But no matter what happens
or how much you cry
This loan is forever
—forever goodbye
(Haverford College: January, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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