Twilights pass
unfettered, fruitless-
the canvas
yields,
nothing.
Category: Regret
Breathing
comes easy,
flowing thoughts
cascade, writing
themselves.
Remembering
brain stopped,
clogged, refusing
to release
this beauty,
I see.
Too busy,
to breathe
life, upon
this page.
Downcast-
Remington
sits, in
mourning.
My son,
at peace,
in Middle East,
hoping this day
went your way.
Frowny face fading,
the day, you
left, your
way.
I waited for you.
twin birds nestled in my hair,
leaves turned,
I waited.
Decorated
I was,
in my white blanket.
Icicles hanging,
diamonds,
waiting.
The birds became many
and the children played
’round the Maypole.
The wind
howled for you.
The Moon and I,
we became
great friends.
And I waited.
The burning stars,
ever my companions.
Whispering.
Still,
I waited.
The light grew longer,
the children taller,
and
eventually,
I faded.
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