i've no one to collect the paper clippings
nor a person to drape blankets while sleeping
not a person to hold me in hours of grief
or a hand under covers to hold for relief -
i have only the soles on the feet of this soul
to garner the strength in loss to guide me home
and there's the moment between breaths
when i remember you said
- keep your heart open wherever you're led
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