voices
loud
beautiful and angry
heard above most
words
burning holes
into my heart
never-mind
i will patch them up
with
dish-washing, and suppers, and tv programmes, and watering my plants
and going out, and other conversations, and pretty things
and playing with my cat, and loving my husband,
and everyday things that people do
the
dull
ache
never
leaves
i wonder if you realise too
the only ones who can fill these holes
are me and you?
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