I have your sunglasses
I have your heartache
You have my daughter's tiny black slipper
Its partner graces my living room floor
Lives split by location
and shared by forgetfulness
Debris scattered
in heart and home
I gave you lip
You gave me instruction
Or, I gave you a hand
You gave me distraction
Intertwining
Unwinding
Weaving
Knotting
I have your heartache
Like those little shoes
Lives walk into one another
And forget to walk back out
This is lovely. I don't know the inspiration, but it makes me feel like "tribe" somehow. The lost sisterhood that we used to share when families and communities all did life together. Love it.
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