Move On

Written by Malachy Harris

we’d already left
by the time we went:
our “goodbye”s were said, our
tears were spent on
“the shame”. the
“crying shame” that
others felt for us.
as they read us out
name by name
by name we
processed and filtered out
but we’d already gone.

our eyes: wet, because they should be.
our shoulders
shook, carrying
other people’s expectations.

we were happy to leave,
but not to move on,
so they cried for us.

a man,
numb with pain, doesn’t
not like how others do
when they see his injuries.

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Malachy Harris

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