untitled poem || 12.18.18

Did I love?

 

Did birds

ever soft

ever gentle

ever true

ever speak to me the way

you claimed they spoke to you?

 

Did the woods I know and love

one day become your home too?

 

contrite and resigned-

I’ll bury our hatchet

the one you tossed over your shoulder

without waiting to see it hit its mark

 

I’ll bury it in my heart.

 

-dedh

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