It’s probably pretty much the same.
With the me of Then and There
thinking on the me of Now and Here .
Wondering if the pain is a gift from me of Then,
I’m wondering again.
Does savage sadness need enduring for the sake of me for Now?
If so, then how?
Then…😏…a sibling creation-although the subject matters are different. This one (pic) is an incomplete polymer project that ‘popped by’ hours before the poem.
Both creations very welcome company on a sleepless night.😊