Consolation

consolation

Having recently
fallen apart myself,
I reeked of paper
and pencil dust
when I told him
there were days
I was still surprised
to find legs
carrying me
to the mailbox.

His doctor
told him to
seek solace,
connect with friends.
Mine said simply:
“Breathe”

I’d been blessed
to locate a lung
without the heart
to navigate —
but it was the poetry
that pasted me
back together.


©2015, Jen Payne

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