Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Mike’s death
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Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.
Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.