A Severe Civility Rests Within - Poem by Patti Masterman
A severe civility rests within
of the broken hearted man.
That burn which test, his fabric's core
the once strong warp; no more.
His eyes are filled, of far off light;
for only, each sole night.
His words may break in lines, between
of the sentence, of his meaning.
Not the whole man, he used to be
less obvious, to you and me.
He keeps his grief apart, so he
can bury it
some place, secretly.
And though he never go there again:
his loved one's shroud, still rend.
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