Accidents (Day 19)

Her feelings bruise
easy as ripe fruit
which is not the best
match for a man who
gropes blindly both
literally and metaphorically
always breaking
some cherished piece
or another
just trying to get
from here to there
in the dim light
of a familiar hallway
whose path he has
taken for granted.

She barely has time
to heal from one such
spiritual injury
before he thuds
into her again
his eyes fixed on
some point behind her
as if she is a glass door
and he is a swooping sparrow

As she struggles to
understand what’s happened
he apologizes profusely
concerned for her
and surprised at
how little he notices
the most important things
before they’re damaged



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