Around the emptiness
that fills
the silence
of the shock
the space
too tender for a memory to touch
below the self
drawn still
beneath the skin
unfolding into life
lie truths
of love
wise doubts
Inside,
the past becomes
some part of what is new
is used
again
to grow the lives
which are renewed.
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