I wish I knew what to say to make this feel better.
To make this ache between my lungs go away.
Because the last year has been hard.
Like a winter stretched across the months
Fought out on the unforgiving Idaho plains.
No I don’t know the words.
The words to forgive and to forget.
The words that would stop my incessant counting of my scars.
But I don’t.
And every chance I get the abacus is out and I’m totaling them up.
I wish I knew the words so that they’d heal.
That they’d eventually disappear.
But I don’t.
And I can’t.
And I won’t.
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