Between Bruises & Blooms

A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.

Hi

Yesterday

you hated me.

Today

you wrote

“Hi.”

As though hatred

expires overnight.

As though
words disappear

once the sun rises.

But memory

is stubborn.

It remembers

every goodbye

hidden

inside a hello.

Chy J. Bennett
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