Post Conversation With Tojan…

~ Mary BB

*For Tuwin

Old wounds poke through your leathery skin,

eruptions of grief unhealed.

The hot tears

close your throat and chest.

Reminding you

the cost/reward of loving another.

You feel

she left too soon.

But not before she taught you

to love, to lower your walls, to let others love you.

In her death the knowledge,

you won’t shrivel up and blow away.

Being human is both soft and hard

And it’s all okay.

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