It is fitting after a fitful
few hours
to wake to a crow’s caw
through a slightly open window.
Wet snow muffles everything else.
Goose down keeps me
but cold air
heedless and unknowing greets my exposed foot.
The tang of warm
grapey alcohol—
undrunk wineglass on the nightstand—
you, an odd comfort.
Everything I see
I haven’t seen
since I heard you died.
I’m so sorry.
Now you know too.
--lgw
5 comments:
What a beautiful tribute. I'm so sorry about your friend. It reminds me how precious is each day, and how we must cherish each and every moment we are given on this earth. It's so cliche', but so true, no?
My prayers are with you and with the family of this poor woman. Hugs!!
I send you my thoughts as well. As much as death is a part of life, in so many ways it is inconceivable to those left behind. Je vous souhaitez bon courage.
Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Great. So sorry.
I am so sorry for your loss. That was a beautiful tribute.
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