Honor

Honor
 
sadness survives when you cry to remember,
stabbed and cracked from the inside to the out and back,
 
you can’t look retroactively unless you decide you can honor it,
honor her,
like lending a tooth when she forgets how to speak,
 
there’s no space for you in self-medicated gutters,
not here, she’s not here,
see beyond it with pure eyes towards the purest pints of love,
seek it and drink it,
 
eat it with chopsticks,
don’t stab yourself with your fork,
separate your mischief from your mistakes,
anchor your tired brain to an enchanted bird,
answer without guilt, forget the jury,
and try not to hurry through the blood rush of love as an idea,
as an idea,
 
she’s all a masterpiece of your own independence.
 
 
 
 
Written in Columbia, SC 2012

 

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