#5. Pardon my Heart

Like an old song
you carved your heart
into my soul
peeling through bark like defenses
to the vulnerability
The sap of loss
it does not end
(although it can seem to harden)
It drips down,
with the mess of death
and memories.
I don’t even try to clean it off.

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