the silence shifts
in the spaces
pulls at tangled comfort
needled breeze of disdain
to what degree
withins dumped to make a room
she sits small with truth
aren’t we all delivered into lives we won’t finish
her own unknown ending
a turning of the page
8 thoughts on “him”
Wonderful. More spaces we can fill with our own skeined memories, while sitting small. And pleading for invisibility.
To which I will just say … you make me smile, Jan.
Feels sad, a sense of real unending loss.
Always painterly with words.
Sad with a sense of unending loss.
With each turn of page. The ending shifts. Ever unknown.
And so … another year.
Happy New Year’s Eve, Renee.
Makes me miss my brother even more. So many endings we will never know. Cut short in the middle of his story.
Hugs to you, here in the middle of things and story.
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