I remember clearly:
weeping alone in my house
aching eyes staring
out that giant window
wanting to find it ugly,
instead it was golden green and heartbreakingly beautiful
perverse and alive.
miss you mom. there's so much you should see.
I remember clearly:
weeping alone in my house
aching eyes staring
out that giant window
wanting to find it ugly,
instead it was golden green and heartbreakingly beautiful
perverse and alive.
miss you mom. there's so much you should see.
4 comments:
What beautiful words. And I love the hairs, like a drawing.
your words and image filled me with such emotion.
xo
This is a lovely poem. Sometimes grief bring out beautiful poetry.
thank you for your sweet words.
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