There is no longer space for you
to inhabit the crevices, no longer space
for you to appear unannounced
No more drawn out seconds for us to
canvass the past and dwell over the things
stolen and the land destroyed
I lay to rest what is not salvageable
Little one, see me marking the boundaries
between what once was and what now is --
I have planted olive trees
to make sense of what I cannot change
and peace with what has failed me
Goodbye Grace, I send you off
back to where I first lost you
Back to where you actually belong
the past and not the present
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