The wind whispers to a river,
“Dear Child,
you don’t know loneliness yet.”
We buy our wedding rings
in a pawnshop.
The past will be redeemed
by the love to come.
You have bluffs
in your soul
where I can stand
and see a hundred miles of you.
I have a hundred years of sorrow
in my eyes.
O Holy Heart,
you will be my joy
on the day the world ends.
This poem was originally published in the Publishing Genius chapbook I’ll Be the Invisible Girl Till the Day I Die. Read the whole collection online at Chapbook Genius.
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© 2012 Chris Toll. All rights reserved.
