Wednesday, January 9, 2019

behest

he drew my portrait
in chalk and charcoals
across the broken pavement

he watched
as rain dissolved me
every day

as though
he could absolve me
from the aching

ghost of guilt

ultimately
intimately
his tears
dissolved me

at my behest
he drew me indelible


trapped me
in amber memory

so he could set me aside
and set me free

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