Words are finally written;
So many thoughts crowded together,
Sentences jumbled as they fell,
Some smudged by my hand, or tears.

There are things I needed to say,
If I could only roll over and whisper
Into your empty pillow –
Maybe then you would hear.

How I reach for you in the night,
Waking with your words in my ear;

How I still have your jeans
Hanging in my wardrobe;

How your photo is still on my laptop,
Waiting to be deleted, as I was;

How I am sometimes angry with you,
Sometimes sad, sometimes remembering

The times we laughed together, then made love;
I remember it was Mother’s Day, the last time.


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