Poetry

A New Book II

Here it goes again
On new lines
Between new pages
New eras and ages
Bits we want to remember
Parts we cannot forget
Etched into time
And into bookcases
Remember not what was said
But remembered tears
Warm, rolling down faces
And tender touches
Of hands putting us back together
Consoling ourselves
With dark words
And flickering hope
We are reminded of
How much worse it could be

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