Locks In Splinters

I sat alongside Sonny, same place as before;/barely breathing, he clawed at lost whispers./ A combination safe sat upright, /an item on a littered table./The results were all in;/others were lost, to high winds,/between both hands jammed,/ a toy boat made of paper./He launched it in the sink,/sunk it with bits of plaster,/he lit a match, put it to a taper./He honored time passed/wished well for all that’s human/.He grieved, in embrace,/ran the flame through his fingers

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