Carrion Comfort

Sometimes the march of hollow words is comfort enough

For two strangers, briefly linked by a shared glance,

The smell of something fresh.

 

But too often there is little but the sting of loss,

Another and another,

That rips away the small joys of little connections,

 

Joys, fleeting and false and weightless

Against tears that tip the scale.

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