#957591 added April 26, 2019 at 2:26pm Restrictions: None
now, I'm without you
today, I long for peace—the
heavy weight of the ocean floor,
the clear stillness of a spring
morning, all the blues that air
and water can be. the quiet urn
stored in a bedroom drawer,
holding less than a handful of ash.
the ache that fills my eyes
as the weeping ends.
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