morning jiu-jitsu
armbars and kimuras
ragged dog toy
© Rachel Green June 2025
The funerals of friends are hard enough
made worse by those still full of petty spite
when once you were a friend and my love's love
you now make petty jibe and snarkful bite.
Ere lowered into earth, thus mutual friend
filled the world around her with good cheer
But disavowed, her memory you rend
with petty jibes o'er willow woven bier.
I trust that one day you'll mature enough
to leave behind such sad and jealous woe
for the love we had was made of sterner stuff
and this an unforgiving line to toe.
When for love you find yourself one day denied
Come knock upon my door and be welcome inside.
© Rachel Green June 2025
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