Tweak
he wanted to
tweak my ashes
just so
i laughed cause
i couldn’t even
do that
i don’t think that
he really knew
how old they were
so anyway
i gave in and let
him try
he gathered them
gently
smoothed them out
found some thorns
old heart breaks
i thought i forgot
he sifted through
the worry
that hurt my shoulders
the dirty parts
the shame
he didn’t seem to mind
he let them run
through his fingers
and gathered them up again
he decided to mix
them with his
then we drifted down
our sea
and the waves
washed us
clean
Copyright © Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff | Year Posted 2018
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