What blunt, meaningless thoughts can I use to to dull these edges?
How can my heart remember the sorrow without leaping off ledges?
My mind wanders the circular path of life with you held in by hedges.
My soul is heavy with the portraits and grief your memory dredges.
My busy hands fill the cracks desperately with wedges.
That hasten to create even more terrible edges.
ACMF 4/21/2023
Sad and free.