My beloved
I know you want to go away
I will love you from afar
So many wounds drain you
Dates haunt you
The whole world of harm
Has taken on my face
Yet I have my own selfish blame
You tell of so many plates spinning
One falling will bring them all down
Forgiveness is a task too far
In my sleep I cradle that little girl
Tomboy strawberry blonde
More like a twin than a sister
Cast our two seven-year-old souls
Bags in hand off to explore a river
Camp with knives away from the hurt
Safe in our imaginary games
Which continue behind these heavy suits
Only there will you reach for my hand again.

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