Chipping

She says you’re
a chip off the
old block,
sledgehammer words,
chip
chip
chipping
memories that should
stay scuplted in
sands of time.

You sit with
marbled grace and
sad eyes,
waiting for the last
time for her to try
and carve
your heart out.

You swore not to
shatter,
resolve set in
stone.

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