in public places
i mourn

in private places
i bawl

in regret, in memory
i longingly ache

but i’ll be damned if i let
a still shattered core prevent
the fluidly flowing passion
that resides in the heated highways
of this temple’s branches
from blooming

out of fractured fragments
i will rise and begin to make peace
with pieces of that immortal affection
because no, hearts are not
freed after a mauling

they heal only to grow
and only grow to create space for more
of what never loses life
and so

in this truth
i will allow myself
to be and to love

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