For Segun:

My tears fall yearly
Rain drops bleached gray by the sun
Some wounds never heal
Some things can’t change

My rage grows yearly
Fresh- topped wine frothing over the brim
Is it cold there, my friend?
Do the stars light up when you smile?

My tears fall yearly
Warm fat drops of glassy gold
Some wounds never heal
Some hurts can’t fade

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