If I can stop even one heart from
breaking, I shall not live in vain.
—Emily Dickinson
I may not keep your heart from breaking,
but if I can stitch up even one
small corner of a single chamber,
I will have done my work for the day.
If I can help you turn your gaze
toward the clouds at sunset going
slowly orange then pink, becoming
shadows as the net of dusk gets thrown
over the house and trees, then I can
sleep tonight, knowing you stood with me
at the window, hand on your chest,
letting the sickle-moon, as soon
as it appeared, slice through
each of your fears as easily as bread.
—James Crews
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