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by Meghan Helmich

I've never known anyone
to hold grief like a sheet
the way you do --
folded around your rolling body
until it binds you in its embrace.

I used to whisper to you
while you slept.
The dead have to be put away
with both hands.

05/04/2012

Posted on 05/04/2012
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/04/12 at 09:02 PM

That last line is just so damn good.

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