A death in the family

Desperate to touch you

Desperate to stay

Desperate to go

nowhere.   The threadbare chair holds the dead cat’s lazy stretch.
An unexpected fragrance circles in numb nostrils.  Not all the flowers
have withered in neglect.

Desperate to cry

Desperate to see

Desperate to forget

in sleep.  The comforter curls in the empty spaces.  Rain hits the roof again and again
lulling nothingness.  Tomorrow doesn’t matter.

I miss you


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