Monday, August 31, 2009
Ice Chips
I don't understand what comes over me.
Honored.
Love swaddled in tender peace.
Ice chips carefully spooned.
Home again.
Sadness pools.
No tears come.
I wait for a hand to rest on my
cheek
.
Tell me it's okay to cry.
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