My heart lies shattered
upon a bloodied sheet
Abandoned,
but for all to see.
I search
I search
and stare across
the vacant lot
until my eyes
are caught
and she is staring
back at me.
No words
but a lifetime is told,
her eyes start to lose focus
and I am drawn back
to the blood-soaked cloth
to its remains,
and to what remains concealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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