it rained the day you died
did you know?
teardrops on the glass
raindrops on our faces
i wanted to push your bed into the garden
cool refreshing gentle fall on your hot hot parched skin
sweet rain in your dry dry mouth
and then the sky cleared
and the sun set
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loss sometimes demands to be recognised wallowed bathed submerged in indulged Felt A friend of a friend described it as the "dark luxur... -
not so lost for words these days pouring spewing out in jumbles inspiration of desperation I was not so wordy before nor ever so deeply sile...
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We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
4 comments:
Your poetry is heartbreaking. So articulate. I know that you are a stranger but what you have gone through has really moved and influenced me. Odd huh?
Not odd at all, cos I feel the same way.
:0(
and :0)
O, so real
and O, so familiar
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