written 04 April 2024
when you threw a grenade at me
and destroyed my landscape,
i was sitting on a park bench
watching the birds frolic
and listening to the wind.
you smiled at me and said,
Good. Now that that’s over,
Let’s move on.
but i'm still sitting in the rubble
with blood and debris on my face,
a missing limb, a broken heart.
i'm not ready to move on.