I want to capture all your misery
Embosomed in a glass jar
Fasten the lid tightly
And save it on a high shelf
As a memoir to all the things
We've been through
To get here
I picked these words meticulously
Like precious flowers
From a garden of weeds
As a final offering
To harbor you here
For as long as I can
But words are the ripples
Just a mere representation
Drifting away
The heart is the stone
That causes them
To form
