Something(s) Very Gentle…
a poem
The way a stranger
will nurture you
because they can
sense your heart
is breaking.
Because they were
once where you are,
and I’m not talking about
being in the Produce section
at 5:23 pm sharp,
they too have felt
the incessant aching.
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Or the moment you
put a sweater
on after being stuck
in the cold.
The stories your
Grandmother told.
Pictures in lockets,
an extra $10 and
some tissues in
your coat pocket;
just in case it’s your
turn to be that
kind of stranger.
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Autumn air on campus.
Bookstores and the
golden sunrise,
the very moment
you let yourself cry.