Did I Ever Tell You I Was Sorry?

Red branches
like frozen fire to sky,
smoking along
salt-wind: every breath

fills with night.
No one takes
artificial sweeteners
with sensibility, just

believe you’re fine…
It’s taken me half
a year to get back
to where I was.

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