Tear
A Rip and a Cry and a 4-Letter Word
I tore off a tiny part of me
To make room for all of you
It may be a part I miss so dear
But I--full--fill that spot with you
***
I lose to gain a life, a new
Way to live with love, a skew
From what I seem to know
My holy life with you, new
***
Easy math will not add up
When sums wax and wane
To lose a part will take t'he 'art
The core won't be the same
***
I do not weep for the part I lost
To join my life with you
I rise to see over the man
Left down, to add a part of you
***
A fair tear can make a tear here
You mind your tear and seal it
And any way you say it
You wear your tear and heal it
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (2)
Amazing!!! Loved it!!!
Great poem. I love the beginning