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a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
the world, awash in moonlight. just one month later, you seem like a distant dream
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes