Thoughts and words
pile in my mind,
as heavy and mute
as fallen stones that form gaps
in the walls that
line Newtown’s roads
and the yards where
children played.
I cannot speak for
those who lost,
but I can grieve.
I can grieve for
those who live
and must rebuild.
but they will not
fit as they did before.
The imperfections will
remind us
of the symmetry
that has been lost.
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