For those Old Dead Family Members Whom We Never Cry Over Anymore

Sometimes your heart

Just stops

When the love for

All those you have lost

Slam into one hearbeat

Of longing

Of terrible, great love.

Each hug





Memories, simultaneous.

A flash flood

All at once


After a drought.

Then gone again.

In a blink of an eye.

Or better, in the heartbeat.

And so then,

All empty again.

Save a tear.

As a gift.

To apologize

For the drought.

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