Make a notch.
Take a pencil
make a tally make a line
(every time I miss you)
on my bark.
Skin not meant to abrade. Cut.
Let it bleed.
Take a pencil
make it suffer make it ache
(so I cannot feel you)
in my core.
Heart not meant to fragment. Split.
Form a life.
Take a pencil
make a story make it whole.
Heal the skin stitch the heart.
Save a tree.
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