Gunshot

he residue remains 
gunshot particles of 
every word wound 
and relational bullet 
taken and given 
in time's magazine 
of pastlove 
i want to wash it 
from the recoiled beats 
of your bruised heart 
wipe you clean 
even as i know 
it remains 
an invisible telling 

instead 
i tenderly wait 
watch 
as each marked cell 
slowly 
silently 
sloughs away

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