The Heart
A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be-
loved.
Someday it will scab over.
Someday,
far, far in the future,
it will turn into scar tissue.
I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting.
It will be with me,
in the shape of my love,
for as long as I live.
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