where is the salve for my heart
singed
like a love letter barely retrieved from a fire

holes where the words used to be
make incomplete sentences
where the poetry of love once spelled our song

where is the salve for the wound of blame
the ointment for the fire of pride
the soothing milk for the brand of righteousness
when only half charred words remain

can we piece back together
our letter dangling from my finger tips
this paper love so delicate
that so easily succumbs to flames…

where is the salve
to put your words back in my heart

Wilted Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss see more of Sarah's work at www.graceartgroup.com

Wilted Dahlia by Sarah Curtiss
see more of Sarah’s work at http://www.graceartgroup.com

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