There are helpful labels on graves in case you forget 

What’s worse, a solitary heartbreak 
The tearing apart of what should have been

lived? 

The overwhelming, still solitary

shredding to pieces of what was 

a new life?

And when you cast your eyes on what was

a birthday card,

an old shirt, Hanes extra large tagless

once damp with sweat and alive, 

now dead like everything.

And time passes. 

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