ii. Grief
When the heart breaks.
When the mind brushes off
Well-meant words like flies
On the skin.
When explanations seem to come
From another time and place,
Out of place, not worth the time.
When a kind touch may heal or harm,
Shared tears may burn or soothe,
But words are as good as sugar
In a drought.
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