#56 (the bones of my dear ones)

One poem a day

keeps the doctor away

or some other nonsense

we were listening to

growing up

between the cracks

in the wall

and the ones in our memory

we kept each other sane

by remembering

the sunny patches

within the landscape

of our childhood

not broken

maybe a little torn

your shoulder always felt

a little bony

I still leaned on

I don’t mind the bones

of my dear ones

21st October 2016


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