white snow, bright snow

raw to eyes and heart,

last night she fell asleep,

by morning he was gone,

note now twisted on table

next to coffee pot,

with little explanation

a cowardly run,

stood on porch

looking to the furthest point,

snow blended landscape

so that it looked the same,

tears held back,

for something in the light

told her

it would get better now

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Comments
  1. Cowardly run.

    I like that phrasing.

    Sometimes the wounds need to bleed before they heal.

    And sometimes the injury just needs to be excised.

    This was some powerful word crafting.

    I like where you took this.

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