Monday, April 30, 2012

Half… 4-6-201

Dad, better check the sofa…

we left him lifting a cushion.

Next day cushions were drying;

he sat enveloped in silence.

Winter’s ice was thick with frost on the lake.

His warm breath fogged the bay window
next to her empty chair, his life was now

as the half decorated Christmas

tree shoved into a dark corner.

Ornaments along with her clothing

were packed into boxes for donation.

Half empty closet,

half empty bureau,

half empty bed…

his heart was thick with frost.


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