ONE DAY AT A TIME
Creases line your face
you are a bit frayed
about the edges.
I unfold
your smile.
Hold you
in the palm of my hand.
You stare
at me
as you always do
while I refold your smile
put you
back into my wallet
(the fact of your death
quickly tucked away)
as night
gathers me
softly
to itself
streetlights
with yellow eyes
watching me
dissolve
...in mist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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