a new sorrow

you have a new sorrow.
it's fresh
and dark, a wound so deep
that you can see the bone.
the blood runs
cold onto the street,
it pools around your shoes.
it makes you sit
down on the curb
and exhale, pondering
your next move,
if there is one.
you have a new sorrow.
you gather yourself
and limp home. you'll put
it with the others
that wait for you
when you get there.