Sunday, January 7, 2018

I died

Fridays, our time.
Sunday afternoons.
I missed none by choice.
A hug, embrace,
The weeks longing held
For a moment. Loved. Needed.
Heard.
The end and beginning.

You died. 

I wonder my week.

The light is beyond my sight.
There is no end or beginning.
My days marked by our time
lost.

A blind child

Stars, moon, sun,
Black and White missing
The kaleidoscope of you.

Back to my shell, my mask.

Alone

Lost

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