then i wrote a piece of poem.
stand
carve into the muddy sky
your name
reminds me
tomorrow is coming
and then
hurry.
waiting.
why I didn't wrap your heart
in the starched linen kerchief
sprinkle holy water
to keep your soul safe
sacrifice
is all we ask
of each other.
In loss, I die backward
claw earth with shredded
fingers
pull myself from your grave
and now what.
there is no stopping regret.
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