heal!

how much was it worth, that embrace on his neck?

could you give him enough kingdoms to trade it?

when his heart dammed an ocean and his hope was a speck

her lips and her arms were what saved it.

so why had she run so much miles from this work?

how could she leave behind nurselings?

she asked the same questions when her sleep it was jerked.

her lie was “somewhere there were worse things.”