The Mortar in My Wall

Thrice I have “died”, twice to “return”Each time with less, like wall missing mortar and brick.

The brace still there, though not as true.

The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less.

Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run.

We have the sand to wake up and try again,Try again to stand the wall.

Try again to stand tall and true.

I will return again, but tomorrow, not today.

Today, I lose my sand, today that is true

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