Poetry Friday: Enough



I will shake with sobs

on the couch

in the office,

cover my face and

wish it were over.


I will build a pyramid

of used tissues in my lap

as my tears stream;

slowly working through

the questions, and,

even harder,

the answers.


I will leave thinking I am

through—too broken,

too late— but you will call

asking for advice,

and I will pay this mercy



I will do what I can,

because I love you.


It’s all I have left,

but enough.


Smile back

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