by Tea Solon

those
empty bullet
shells

throw
them away.
there’s

no need
to collect
them to

remind
yourself of
the fall

the fallen.
each hollow shell
represents

a person
a family pet
a home

a dream
that in a split
second

turned to ash.

your mind
will never forget
the collapse

of your
whole world,
my love.

your throes
are imprinted
eternally

down to
the cellular level
of your

beautiful soul, my love.

pick up
your pieces
instead

and live on
for as long as
you breathe

all loves
that went
ahead of

you. they all
live, too. through
you, my love.

one shard at a time, my love.

September 22, 2022 | Cebu City
Philippines

Cebu, Philippines

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