Like an empty bottle,
has your heart ever been shattered
on dry ground?
Has it ever licked its wounds and found
nothing relieves the festering, not even
the watering of your tears?
Have you ever cried,
finding yourself lost in a sad song, feeling prayers
going over your head and not having the desire
to reach up and take them to yourself?
Do you measure your sadness by the depth you have loved?
Broken bottle on the ground,
now as dust under my feet
it is there, but I have walked away,
knowing the cuts run deep.
In memory of someone I once loved who many died years ago. Aren’t memories like that, they come up inside of you, taking your hand and wanting to talk.
Photo: French antique double wine bottle carrier, a safe way to carry two bottles of wine.
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