full of no words

hang-meof what I can’t say

that would sound soft

soft like

soft rain

soft sun

soft stars

soft touch

soft  soft  soft

soft mountain or

one toe in sand that I

also can’t move . . .

the wordless words

of my heart holding

so brittle still

 

 

(~ Marc died last night . . . too young)

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