Sixteenth Elegy

Jen, I'm reading my poems for you
aloud to the walls of my two-room apartment
at not quite three in the morning.


Tears push against my eyes, but don't break through.

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Written on 2021-10-28 at 20:50

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My heart is sore reading these lines but that doesn't matter 'cause all that matters is how you're feeling... makes me wish I could take away the pain. She sounds like a really special someone to you, and I'm so sorry she had to go too early. Loss is the biggest travesty of this life we're given, I think. Your words drive it home for me.