Marissa Carney

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surely not your first
even second
or third
choice

but as water follows the
moon,
there i'll be on your shore

as the willow will always
weep,
i'll gather its tears to water your roots

i threaded the needle to mend your wounds
but you sewed them to mine,
yourself to me...

so as thunder is guaranteed
after the lightning streak,
so are you
held protected
under the eaves of my
heart

{Poetry by Marissa Carney}