Come Back


Sometimes I think maybe when you said

you would come back

you meant when I was drowning

and once you had buried all the branches

in the perfect snow.


You would come back like a promise

I barely recognize.


You would come back and tell me to



I bury the keys to all my doors

and leave the silver in shatters,

right now

locked is better than overflowing.


Sometimes I think maybe when you said


you meant war.


There were certainly

enough casualties

to fill a textbook,


my heart my head my hands


someday the slices will grow back

and the rivers will fill

and there will be nothing left you have seen.

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Written 10/7/17

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