In starvation the heart hides in shadow

Nights go like this.
Eyes in the darkness, my late son.
His heartbeat in my night is as strong as iron,
as strong as faith,
not weak like it was at the end,
when it failed him.
I wonder, did my faith fail him?
This world spins,
and so night does not last forever.
It's just long, hard, and empty.
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It is a heart used to eating large meals,
a heart with its own mouth…
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