I repeat myself.
\nUse the same words,
\nover and over.
\nThe subjects I use
\nare kernels left over from living.
\nI\u2019ve never strayed far from home.
\nMy brother died across an ocean.
\nI wave farewell at least once a year.
\nThe same tears.
\nSorrow in a pool of silent fish.
\nSometimes I forget him for months.
\nI recline in sentiment,
\nbut remain silent,
\nsaying nothing for days.
\nThen I repeat myself,
\ntrying to get things right.<\/p>\n
How many times have I said,
\nI love you,
\nand been astonished?
\nOften,
\nbecause my heart breaks easily
\nbut in the morning turns up whole,
\nput together by a mystery
\nthat keeps me company.
\nNever tells me what to do,
\nor how to do it,
\nas I say,
\nI love you,
\nover and over,
\nthe only way I can.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I repeat myself. Use the same words, over and over. The subjects I use are kernels left over from living. I\u2019ve never strayed far from…<\/p>\n