Jon Nakapalau

buried in wanting

inside
a
dead

love
she
tried

just
once
to

give
herself
the

permission
to
bury

her
lost
days

as
seeds
that

she
would
water

with
her
tears

never
sharing
this

fruit
with
anyone

who
would
not

garden
love
with

her
in
summer.

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