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AprilDawn May 2014
Rummage
through Christmas decorations
headed for the garage

forced  order  
onto random bits  and bobs
a long forgotten bag
yields a wrapped bar
of motel soap
at the very bottom
who's very existence
spins me in a split second
backwards
to  all those days and nights
of our tragedy

How did I ever survive this thing?
Have I yet?

it offers  me no real answers

just continues
to look crisply unused

and wildly
out of place
2005 or 2006,Moved a lot  after my husband died   , and had to sort out so many things  ,so many times.The memories were hardest  the first few years.Now  they are more like  surprise treasures when I find them.

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