I feel them all inside me
Every single one of them
Eleven hundred teardrops
Burning me charred, scarred
Eleven hundred times as much
As that first time I let you go
And now, I’m letting you go
Again, as hurtfully as I’m draining
What feels like an ocean of Pain
With every burning path each acid
Tear takes on my weary cheek
As slowly and heavily as I filled
Last night with sighs of Yesteryears
And Today, and Tomorrows blurred
By the swell of eleven hundred tears
I will free, every single one of them,
As I have set you free this second time
As I had set you free that first time too
I will take, every single one of them,
As I have embraced Life (ten hours
Running since I said we’re over) in
So many ways, as I have embraced
The shards of my broken soul cutting
Me deep: I am hurt; I am alive; I will
Live through all this: eleven hundred
Times purified and feeling like eleven
Hundred years old—and better. Amen.
*For Ana’s heart, breaking at last. Freeing her. At last.
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