Canvas curtains with
Buttons of rice.
Small enclosures
Hold melting floors while
Starched souls stand in the corner and
Their judgments fly.
Half held truths
Debase the morning sky and
Silence screams in my eyes while
Cut grass fragrance pervades my thoughts.
When will it all come together?
When will it stop?
The quiet death
Underwrites my soul while
Soft subtle shapes
Shift and take me with them.
And when the shapes settle, the past becomes the one and only
Place where I can breathe.
But I can’t go back there and all else has failed.
Why did you come back? just to leave again?
Why? Did you forget to take something? I can’t imagine what
There is nothing left.…
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Beautiful and poignant. Where there was so much, just dust now. I’m sorry you’re having a hard day. Xo. Call if you want.
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Yes. Beautiful and poignant
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“…Why did you come back? just to leave again?…” This is just what I was wondering some time ago, Michelle, but now I’ve said “goodbye” to the other and “hello” to myself😻!
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Good for you! I am heading in that direction but it has only been a month so I think I need a bit more time but I see the end of this sorrow begining which I am very grateful for… time is all I have. thank you Michelle
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Time is the best healer, Michelle!
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