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[Donna]

Every day I miss your scent.

Everything around me reminds me of you since you've went.

 

My heart is a sparrow wanting to open its wings to fly but only settles onto a branch, with nowhere to go.

And the clipped winter light that inhabits my suspended soul, I am mucked, a swirl of murky interlude that is like riverbed silt blooming to the surface.

 

I try to dart and glide through the sepia-colored day as if in pond water trying to swim my way to freedom, one tiny breast stroke at a time.

And it's cheesy to say that I am yours and you are forever mine. 

 

But I know this to be true such as the predicament of a stone flung into still waters, not having the chance to catch bliss by skipping happily across before sinking down.

 

How about the loneliness of a cricket chirping, a shrill sound pricking the thick skin of night.

I am lost in the cacophony of silences carved in moonlight.

© Donna H.

July 18, 2023