I AM SOMETHING THIS BROKEN (POETRY)

Sitting between my branches

I am waiting for the wind to gather my leaves

And bereave broken limbs dead on my tree

I am something this broken

I can smell your memories

Translucent energies

I am still something this broken

Coffee at my kitchen table still brings mourning

 

I will always be

Something

This broken

 

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