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Christy Dec 2024
There was a thunderstorm
In London the night the coroner called.

I flew to California to make sense of it all.

You were afraid of the high dive just the year before.

Last night spread your wings,  stepped off the ledge to soar.

You played with rocks as a child and prayed to them as an adult.

The ring you wore for protection,  Sorry it didn’t work.

But you will be forever young the way you did predict

And I’ll be haunted by the imagery of how you left

I will spread the dust of you in the places where you found some peace.

The hardest will be our elephant shaped tree. Where we played in the creek.

You believed what the demons told you. But I know the truth.
You were loved and my heart is broken. I will grow old without you
Ryan
Christy Dec 2024
This is strange but I think you are my sister

I don’t want a anything from you except maybe if you’d like to chat sometime

Hi, I’ve always wondered about you too.
Billie
Christy Dec 2024
I picked up the rock like you asked me to
Put in my pocket to remind me of you
If I could load up these pockets with rocks and feel
Your fingertips, parted lips, our chastity unsealed
Then I’d wander around town with pebbles falling down
From torn pockets leaving clues
The crumbs left there no bird can declare
A permanent path, a map from me to you
When the last pebble drops to the ground
I’ll clear the land and set myself down
And I’ll wait in that spot till I see
Your face alight at our first sight
Our bodies embrace finally.
Day 1

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