Rainy day

Rain paints the sky monochromatically
The sky lightens as the sun struggles to pierce the clouds
Mist shrouds the world

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Hump day

Darkness envelopes the room as the autumn chill perfumes the air

Pulling the down-filled blanket closer I sigh and snuggle in not sure how much time has counted down on the mornings borrowed time

The ministrations of the others penetrate my cocoon as I slowly emerge

Not quite ready to face the day

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Nevermind

I wanted to call you this weekend

To tell you what the doctor said

You asked me to keep you posted and I didn’t want you to worry

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Flowers

The flowers mark the passage of time.

Slowly they fade and wilt in the vase on the table. Their decline reflected in the mirror at their backs.

It’s been two weeks since they arrived.

Slowly I’ve picked and plucked them as they discolored.

Discarded them as the leaves and petals grew lethargic before succumbing to their fate.

Until at last there is nothing left but the memories of fresh upturned faces and heady and intoxicating scents.

That should remind me of summer days but instead invoke the cloying scent of death.

I resent their impertinence.

The casual manner in which they inhabit my home

This morning, I threw the last of them away.

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Inner Workings

Thoughts tumble and jumble, entwined – unformed

Defined by the absence of order

Ugly and disturbed they scratch and crawl from the inarticulate depths of my spirit

Manifestations of anguish so great I am shattered, torn and tattered; desolate

My psyche curled in a ball, as the onslaught pummels her into submission; mission complete

Every blow unique, individual; replete with tender understanding

Skin unblemished, bones intact

No physical manifestation attests to my internal commotion

Alone I walk the haunted paths of my soul

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Twilights

The twilights are when I forget.

Those moments just before I sleep and just before I wake, still you live in the world and my sadness recedes.

Until I am reminded once again of your absence and my grief is renewed.

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Grief

I pull at the tattered remains of my grief; andfoggytrees
Wrap it around my gnawing misery; and
Start to clean the edges of another wound; and
Living without you in the world begins

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