Swell Season 


You never stay long.  

Long enough to never go. 

Your wound is my grief. 

Today is the day…

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I took this last breath.

My story has come to rest.

Today was the day.

The Parting Places


My heart is heavy,
Weeping with those who are morning.
Friend, you will be missed.

A Stricken Haiku

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Tell me how to grieve
Something that was never there?
A past… This future.

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