In my heart,

magnificiently,

but not sure where,

like one in the chamber,

I know your’re there

You abide within,

uninvited,

skipping vital beats,

like a well-marked

misfire’s

exacting defeat.

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Your tears belong to me
i’ll stare into the sun
or hold your coat when
the air turns warm

My tears belong to you
i’ll watch the sailboats
seem to pause
the lost breeze
like a vacancy
in the life we lead

Your tears belong to me
the children only saw
the shadow left against
the wall
our bitterness aloneness

my tears belong to you
if i find myself walking
in the evening
the snow against
stone church steps
ready for the christmas
remembering the candle flame
remembering spent chances

words, RLB, stamps, mm

words, RLB, hand cut stamps, mm