Friday, January 4, 2013
Burn the empty spaces left by your absence
and decorate my flesh with the ash.
Hear my war cry that sounds like a plea
and promise of forever.
Feel my voice shake the soil
under your bare feet,
let your toes dig into the earth for balance
and to simply remind them that they are
in fact toes and they do in fact
call a foot home and that foot
has carried you here,
carried you to me.
—Tyler Knott Gregson
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