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Apr 2016
one two three
a loop in my head
i count my steps
to the grave

one two three
breaths in a row
atlas under a globe of grief

one two three
the mortician mutters
hitting the lever
a box in descent

one two three
trail off
weaving through the stones

matriarch in shambles
a perfect pietรก
lingering by the hollow

a couple broken
by the greatest door

wails punctuate her sentence
goodbye bill
Iโ€™ll always love you
a play on a common abbreviation of 'i love you,' and my anxious tic of counting
a sixty year marriage ended by leukemia
and the strongest woman i've ever met in shambles
Written by
CatsintheColosseum  23/F
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