time and justice

she left so quietly
creating a vacuum of silence
that encloses me

her hair was brown
i think
her eyes were blue
i think
her nose was round
i think

i’m often confused by my own confusion
a night and a day
burned into memory
yet gray and fuzzy from grief
and time

where else is the line so closely drawn
between the cries of a newborn child
and the mother who weeps for time and justice
at the foot of her baby’s grave

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