My Stone To Drag
Under each new leaf,
I was offered love
As her face
then changed again
“Please stay, don’t go,”
she pleaded dear
As boredom
then set in
The names have gone,
the memories stay
The guilt,
my stone to drag
At night this weight,
to crush my chest
In dreams
—so very sad
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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