Your Baby’s-Breath
Eyes wade through numbness
towards baby’s-breath
one bouquet at rest in the room
where I watched her death
where I watched her death
thoughts without really thinking
eternity frozen in commemoration
like stems of flowers
cut short
eternity frozen in commemoration
like stems of flowers
cut short
bound together
as though the dead were meant to be beautiful.
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loving all the ‘w’ stuff.
Very touching. Strong images.