And I could scream now,
the deep ache
I could smash it into words
and into a poem
Raw love, raw pain
I could scatter it around
I could roar it,
the missing you
I could make my lines
thunder and shake
crawl and howl
But instead,
I hold my cup of coffee
and stare
I hold my breath
And not even my tears
want to come out
to relieve my heart
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