Did you birth that child
thinking he would break hearts
that he would twist them and pluck them
like fruit on a tree?
Did you warn her to zip up her jacket
to the top her neck
so that false lovers could not peck?
What did you say when he was young
and was holding her hand?
And of course it was too late
when he led her to his bed.
And you weren't there when
the thread of her words came out.
Forsaken and treasured words
meant for only one.
They can't be wound up again.
He can't undo the dirty linens.
She can't unkiss his kiss.
And you can't undo what you never said.
-Anna
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