A Call to Mourning
I burn messages into the screen, hoping pixel dust and ash will carry them to you before I sweep it clean. I cannot smudge a heartbreak nor mend a life once marred. I do not ask for you to heal me, only to be seen by someone who once held my heart and was there when it scarred.
Who will wear grief's mantle, cloaked o'er both our heads? A life of possibility blossoms from one dead. To hold both roads, to cup your hands and drink my grief and joy, I scan for any scant envoy but silence ill forbodes.
Yes I am my witness, appearing at each trial, but will you take the stand with me, weeping for a while my own forgiveness?
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mergyeugnau) wrote,
mournful
