Don't be so weak
she said
Weakness
broken down by someone
so
broken
down
Her slack body had wept
in my open arms
so I carried
her emptiness and
the men
his cigarettes
and black coffee
after dinner
his two children
suddenly
ours
my father
torn from photos
told to me in vignettes
Tonight I understand
I slip
into my own arms
tend quietly
to my own loss
alone
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