in late you went
not sooner then
a word or two dropped
onto the table
and rolled and fell
to the floor
they linger there
between the boards
and sup on tears
that fall there still
so heavy words
you said at last
the breaker of chains
the stones to
see and crash against
in icy seas
shards remain
on winter pavement
broken and glued
so cracked so thin
in late you left
the darker day
those words you spoke
a turning wheel
the unlocked front door
remains ajar
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