Taste

I had forgotten the taste

Of this deep sadness

Like metal on the tongue

Sharp and stinging

Crushing you into the earth

Making you wonder

If this is the next forty years

Or if it will pass

Like storms in spring

Giving way to warmth

And growth in the sun again;

Let it pass. Let it pass. Let it pass…

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