“Promise me you’ll be fine.”
Behind a hiding smile
I said I would. Should
I have told her lying
Was my forte, a quiet
Word to drown what
I understood?
She was of soft heart
And I of brooding mind:
The silence sometimes
Weighed her down,
Or did it me?
Age takes the random
Moments, leaving me
Behind like
A bird on a roost
Forgetting where I
Left the eggs.
Are they still somewhere
Waiting for my hand?
Are they fine?
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