by Jerry Ratch
I sat at
the vast graveyard
of broken hearts
on the mending fence
of wonderment
unsealing the silence
of the wounds
I began to put the pieces
together
like a puzzle against
forgetting
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nice
Enjoyed this.
We all have to, sooner or later, I am afraid.
Well said *
Good poem, Jerry.
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(Make it all couplets)