As the Snow Falls

Dear Karma,

I get it now.

Where do I go from here?

Release me from this human desire.

Cut it out of me

This calcified tumor

Fed by his touch.

I’ll keep it in the attic

In a mason jar

With flower petals

And poetry.

Remnants of apologies

And carefully crafted fiction.

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