always with you

it takes and takes and takes
grief
by the fistful
grabbing handfuls of stomach,
liver, lungs

it is enraged beyond telling
that I will not be moved
that my body remains
upright
unbroken, and mine

everything inside is crumbling
and here I am
lifting the corners of my mouth
waking in the morning
always with you
and always without you

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