Our confessions undulate,

worn with apprehension.

We're careful where the shadows fall

they break amid the tension.


What were the prices paid?

The scars on your shoulder

does the memory fade?

I'll miss you when I'm older.

and I


am rising in the marrow.

carry me-no-don't carry me

I need learning

to let go.

and waiting won't make tomorrow


I'm sorry.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just don't do it.

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A powerful trio:

A powerful trio: marrow/tomorrow/sorry - love those r's! - slc



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Thank you Lady.

Thank you Lady.