How the endless night
hugged your edges
made darker the lines
things that lie between
what was said and
what was meant to be
all alone, there, crumbled
in the corner space
knees held tight, anchoring
sorrow remained in place
while waves of loss
splinter the rock buttress
what held your grace
now downy sand
sifts through such hands
with vacant stares
reflecting yesterday’s stars
those fragile happenings.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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