Fear

Will someone love you the way I loved you?

I am afraid after my death,

There will not be patience enough to plant

Joyful songs in your smiles.

And in this cruel world,

Sorrows that I have buried

Will be exhumed and

Summon your joys against you every day.

November 17, 2014

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