nothing to cry over now
the regret lessens to a small itch
in the peace that always surrounds us
that we are too distracted to hold
or to take seriously
and that now takes over in our defeat
that weary peace that absorbs
the diminishment of all our sorrows
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Monday, May 12, 2014
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