tightly rounded shoulders.
arms crossed
defiant.
emotional mma champ
4 decades running.
all
holds
barred.
pursed and
shriveled lips
frame an austerity
so sharp,
your acerbic wit
oft goes
unchallenged
&
unnoticed….
like your heart.
not yet shriveled,
it is tight with a yearning,
for that breath of life
denied
so long ago,
time
and time again.
you see,
when you looked in my eye
and said,
“I’ll be fine”.
I already knew.
and you did too.
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