You round the corner homeand, all at once, feel yourself strainingto bring back the memories you’ve worked so hard to erase. Smudged, barely legible,hastily marked upto hide the momentstoo sweet,too searing,to remember. Now, you want them all.The sweetness, the levity,the claustrophobia,the panic. Now, you want to cradle themgently, in your lap,as you think just how,howContinue reading “A poem for those with mending hearts”