in time


truth be told

thinking about it still hurts

blamed selfishness

blamed my thirst

blamed self

sent you to the bodega

sent you into the crossfire

sent you to your death

for expired pineapple juice

in a shattered bottle

mixing with your blood

with your last breath


truth be told

persistent prayer is a conduit for forgiveness

meditation allows me to channel your smile in stray sunrays

bending through my window

although difficult to understand

these were our designed paths

blessed that you briefly crossed mine

forever a constant reminder

to drink more water

© michele mitchell, 2013


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