Chiaroscuro

a wounded heart

is a chiaroscuro of pain:

a dull vapid smile

does its best to cover

what was better left

for time to heal.

Reliving a memory

scratches the surface

tears flow

time stood still

aching to embrace

the one in pain

she said

‘this too shall pass

look beyond

look within

move on

for

your affection

is reserved for greater purposes’

and then there was a sheepish salty grin.

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