The mist settles
And like a looking glass
Brings clarity
Suddenly I see
What I did my damndest
To ignore
Memories are salt
In the gaping wound of death
To whom will I confide,
When I cannot speak?
As time drags on, I do not heal
Instead I wait, leery of infection
But to avoid the inevitable
Only prolongs the pain
Just as he did.

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