Saturday, November 19, 2016
you may never know.
she carries crooked years
tucked neatly in both pockets
hands full of hard lessons
trailing behind like crumbs
she is not lost and
does not beg to be found
she will feed you and quietly
watch you sleep on her pillow
with splinters and hope
she will be gone by dawn
© 11.19.16 heather brager
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ReplyDeleteLovely verses, Heather. <3