It’s not always death. Sometimes
it’s their sea glass collection
filling a jar, the water dried,
lucent greens dulled. The shop window
reflecting, sideways, us, old now.
Sometimes it is. A cat food
dish washed and put away. Phone
numbers crossed out. Stopping surprised
by the photo beside the cabinet: This smile
once occupied a whole heart.
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This is just wonderful! I especially love the second stanza. The first line is perfect. The final line is perfect. And really, all the rest is just so lovely.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem the first time I read it and reading it again, it is pretty great. Very confident collection of details to build up to a poignant sense of loss.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is beautiful. I almost cried. I especially loved the images of "Phone numbers crossed out." and the sadness of "This smile once occupied a whole heart." You are truly a talented poet.
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