You Died a year ago today,
You left me broken
and wounded without
the pleasure of a scar
that others can see.
How do you stitch a soul
or bandage a broken heart?
Its hidden in me
just below
the surface
of my skin.
I'm a vessel,
a container of scars
and broken things.
An unseen
universe of tears
I'm an ocean
EMPTY
But I hold
the all the possiblites
of life.
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