Downstream

bless each day
that carries me further away
from your fingertips, your
soft lips,
bless each day
that carries me downstream,
memories drowning in my lungs,
and dying in their way.
These memories bleed out from
so many wounds,
clouding the water and
drawing mean eyes,
oh,
bless each day that carries me further,
and bless the day that these wounds close,
bless them all,
and damn them, too.

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