It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a room of empty pianos.

When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.

“
— James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via provst)
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