That Which Is Lost
Two sisters sit beguiled in common guilt;
all that is left.
That
and denials;
bitterness
turned outwards;
inwards too painful.
Truth, a casualty
like lost children.
Love, just a word.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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