Black Starlight
A big man implodes
And leaves
An imprint of his shrinkage
And disease within.
It's a family breakdown:
A bad good Friday
Every day of this trip
Around the star
There seems no way through
The debris
Of a collapsed heart
And it ends there
If you were not the beginning
And the end
But your wound proves
A perfect fit.
We can grieve
Because your tears
And grief
Go before us
Time stands still
When grace
Touches
The wound
And you whisper:
Wisdom is love
And love is wisdom
(Dad 1 year anniversary writing)
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