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Dec 2019
she haunts me
still

her last gaze

glassy sad
angry

wanting a hand
to squeeze

as she faded into sleep

I wish
I wish

I wish I wish I wish

I swallowed my pride
like bitter medicine

hugged her one last time
and said

it’s okay
let us fight

no more forever

Whit Howland Β© 2019
Meditative. The words, phrases, images, and memories that a place conjures in the mind.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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