The stones of memory
gathering in the chest—
after a time, grow so heavy...
all strength to bear them is lost.
Unless you touch them deeply,
the stones will never shift,
our carefully kept moments
writhe in restless pain.
Without loving too much...
without striking hard at the scars...
you'll never meet this fierce feeling.
Because memory takes this sudden stance,
in your soul and mine
a longer waiting will endure.
Encounter with Feeling
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