Somewhere
deep down the dark pocket
of the coat we wore from home
lies a map meant to lead through the night
deep down amid the lint & litter
the ride token & rabbit foot
lies the map
Only here
out where the wide water
of time’s tide pulls us ever apart
the colorful lines & numbers circles & stars
faded so white along the crease
offer us no helpful answer
for the grief
We’d hoped
the map would show us
how to help us with her dying
when time came calling in her own dark night
She knew when she tucked it
in the pocket that it was
for our living
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every death leaves increased responsibility with the living
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… deeply touching.
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I feel your loss. I love your style. I will follow you.
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Thank you for the read and for the follow . . . Blessings . . .
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