Each tear that fell
from the crushed
moon of your face,
stabbed me,
broke and split
into a thousand pains.
But I held out my arms,
and not one did I miss,
no, not one pain.
And if I don’t let
you soak into me
and bring me up,
if I don’t let you seep
deep into me
and teach me,
then you can cry in
the morning to the sun,
and tell him to rise up
and burn me away.
Henry Dumas
And if I don’t let
you soak into me
and bring me up,
if I don’t let you
into my heart
so that I can
genuinely share
your pain,
tell the morning sun
to rise up
and burn me
away.
Peace on this Memorial Day weekend,
Tenthltr2u
