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Poem: December Twenty-sixth


the challenge of the morning after
is the glaring gap of laughter,
weighs heavy down upon around,
bearing me down onto ground.
making this feel like it’s the end;

what is; what was; is gone away
all we have left is just today;
the memories barely linger,
fading like the scent of ginger
from broken piles of cookie men.

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2 responses

  1. Sigh. So perfect. You capture the feeling so well, Mr. Merlin

    Liked by 1 person

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