the sieve and the sand

The HARDEST words you’ll ever say
The ones that are binding
Are the soft words said TENDERLY
But HARDEST of all you say “GOODBYE”
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Binding words are like tendons
Which are NECESSARY for survival
Unless survival’s futile
But, TRULY LETTING GO with words is hardest

Death’s imagined as skin and bone

but is too heavy a load for one spine to hone

For Death’s cloak is named Grieving

And his bone’s names are all Leaving

Heavy enough to crush any mind’s fort

But not strong enough to crush loving support

Sweet Aroma

Sacred Blood

Dazed Sights

Still Evenings

Tearful Nights

Thoughtful sighs

Mind’s Eyes

How can we commune
when my twilight is your daylight
my sunset, your sunrise
my ending, your beginning?

back when it was
and therefore is
i never thought
you never were
and thats why i
and thats who you

think smells that way
feel thinks that way
and disregards
and oft completes

the thoughts of