Mendings

one loss recalls another
and softens the heart
from the scabs of old hurts

but when silence greets
reconciliation

the only peace to be made
is within yourself

Silent Treatment

I have been knocking on your door
From winter into spring
Through sickness and health
Over the pain of loss and the slow recovery
From those little tragedies that life throws our way
I have been knocking on your door
But I can’t stand here any longer
So I’ll leave a note in my place
And hope to hear your knuckled rasp
Knocking on my door

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