A soft glow emanates from the place where
there is no longer you and no longer me
yet brilliant shards of light, slowly fading,
still buzz and hum
Never would I trade your memory
in exchange for hole left by your loss
as I found this morning, by my bedside
a needle and some iridescent thread
And being reasonable,
I can only assume
you left for me whilst sleeping
that which I needed
to knit my life anew
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
A soft glow emanates from the place where
there is no longer you and no longer me
yet brilliant shards of light, slowly fading,
still buzz and hum
Never would I trade your memory
in exchange for hole left by your loss
as I found this morning, by my bedside
a needle and some iridescent thread
And being reasonable,
I can only assume
you left for me whilst sleeping
that which I needed
to knit my life anew
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