I have stopped for death
it's been three months
when it was all over
you were in a cardboard box
on the dirty top of the refrigerator
perhaps you are on a long shopping trip
it is busy this dark time of year at Walmart
no
you are the dead
short days ago
you sipped coffee
smoked Doral Red 100s in a box
called to ask if I wanted to eat lunch with you
this sadness is not here all day
happy bits fight a way in
the smack down of grief
hits just when I've breathed softly for too long
1 comments:
life is like that. and death. A very fine and poignant tribute to the process of grieving. may the step, step, step of each day ease the pain and gain wonder and peace.
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