Thursday, July 08, 2010

Three months ago.
Would have been 32 weeks.
You would be arriving (early)
...this month.
It was a good dream at the time.

Instead, your burned little body sits on the fireplace
in a brick I long to smash through a window.
No one would know why.
I don't think they remember.
I barely remember.

All that's left of you
...the only proof you were here at all.
Life is so normal
I must be over it.
I'm trying.
Hiding.
Pretending.
Mostly.
But not today.
Not this month...

...when you were supposed to arrive.

7 comments:

Jelly-Filled said...

(((Hugs)))

msfitzita said...

Your love is beautiful.

(((HUGS)))

Unknown said...

I remember.

I always will.

Shinny said...

Hugs and love from me to you. I remember and cry with you.

kate said...

i remember. ((((hugs))))

Sara said...

I remember, many hugs to you all.

Michele said...

remembering... hugs...

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