old diaries
her thoughts
live on ©
Month: April 2014
doctor’s
doctor’s receptionist
she hears my voice
too often ©
late
my late aunt
seeing so much of her
in me ©
tall
tall grass bowed
to the weight of dewdrops
spring dawn©
slipping
slipping between
freshly washed sheets
scents of spring ©
old
old photos
curling the corners
of time ©
rain
rain splashes
on the sunroof
start of spring ©
news
news of your passing
a white butterfly
fades into dusk ©
still
still beeping
the monitors
she no longer needs ©
empty
empty room-
marks in the dust
where her bed once stood ©
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