I twirl your purity between
my thumb and forefinger
wishing I could wash away
regrets in Epsom salt and hot water

instead I etched 
in skin above my heart
your symbol
given to me out of innocence

remembering life’s past
through tears and smiles
holds tightly
no ill will
but the presence
of a toddler’s first Christmas

your sunshine gave me light
nourishment for my soul
to gain new life

I hold on to you
conscious or not
on this chopping block
waiting on my rock
I thought I couldn’t break

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