I have learned to

wear solitude quietly

an old quilt draped

over shoulder blades

engulfed in threadbare

patches of memory

that I worry

with lonely fingertips

softly blurring seams

between amethyst



I straddle the scissor edge

between missing you

and loving you still

aware that either way

I bleed


© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved



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