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Any time of day and any day, Memories of you fill my mind. Tears, still so quick to spill, rivulets of love and pain. Busyness is it’s own addiction, life goes on without you. I hug your tree, its’ branches your arms, inhale days past, the sweet smell of you. We are separated, by the…

It’s a little over a year, love, I thought it would be getting easier. It’s strange how food loses its flavor, how everything can seem so empty, of meaning, of purpose. How could I ever think my writing could sum up how we were, Mother and son, nurse and patient, closer than anyone can imagine.…

All of you and all of me were together. We were both on gurneys separated something wrong with our hearts. At least I could see you, talk to you, even as the doctors talked over us. Before they put us on the stretchers I could hold you, smell you, feel you close. my dearest, I…

Tonight my coworkers asked me, As they always do, “When do you want to take your break?” “I don’t usually take them.” My standard reply. I don’t say why. That some nights the tears are too close. That I love the memories despite the pain they cause, Because they are of you. Because they bring…

I work the shift, I work the stove and cook, I email, and give kudos, And all the while I miss you. I weep on my walks with Odie. Such beauty, such tragedy. Wanting to believe, In some supernatural being, Who oversees it all. But it is just the Ides of March, The confusion of…

I am out of beautiful words. The pain of missing you weighs heavily on me, and I cannot sleep. Nightmares of you, lost or in need, tear at my mind and heart, waking me in a cold sweat, afraid to fall asleep again. Where are you? Should I look toward the stars? In nature? How…

You lay before me, so still Skin pallid, and lips the blue of twilight. Your face inaminate, No quirked eyebrow or mischievous smile. Your absence is still incomprehensible In the light of this terrible morning. I kiss your cool forehead, Thinking of the trials and turmoil, Of  this path of pain we travelled together. When…

Maybe if you are very sensitive, Mourning must tear you apart, And fling the pieces far away, Leaving you broken for a time, Difficult, defensive, vulnerable, fragile, Until enough time passes for the ground of your being to Become fertile again in darkness, To draw its’ precious nutrients into your heart, To fill your empty…