casualties.

forgive me, my darling
for while you were away at war

the windstorm came

battering the shutters
sending a frisson through the walls
just as my knees had trembled against you

it ravaged the tree you had planted
plucking the only plum that stubbornly grew
through this year’s drought

i cupped the premature fruit in my hands
and left it on the counter
where it failed to ripen

forgive me, my darling
i could not keep it safe

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