megan.

September 28, 2014

I’ve never met you,
but I’ve seen you in his face;
he still carries you in his gait.
I’ve said goodbye to you,
if only to add words,
to the hollows in his voice,
which echo heavy steps;
his pockets filled with empty fists,
shoulders rounded,
eroded smooth by steady streams,
of a stranger’s tears.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. – Matthew 5:4

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