Grief

wreaths of dead flowers-
how can I blame you now for
my dirty dishes

the front door locked-
my footsteps echo
down the hall

Posted in Between, Darkness, Death, Emotions, Evening, Family, Fear, Life, Lost, Love, Night, Sadness, Seasons, Time, Winter and tagged , .

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