Away
Bare branches against grey sky.
A brittle wind blows your cold breath
and I don't miss it.
And I do miss it.
Curled up on the sofa,
face to the wall eyes squeezed tight
sleeping away the remembering
of all the times I didn't try.
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Author's Note
Published in Right Hand Pointing 2016
Other stories by Charlotte Hamrick
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The last two lines ...
Delightful!
Thank you, Erika.
The power unfolds with a vengeance. Those last two lines made me gasp.
*Straight to the heart.
Oh dear, the last two lines speak volumes. ***
* whew, last stanza is a hit
Yes, those last two lines, magic!
"and I don't miss it.
And I do miss it."
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I feel the cushions and the couch.*
Thank you all so much for reading and your kind comments!
So spare and so full. I am there and I see the window and the sofa and the wall, (I picture slightly dingy wall paper.) Katherine Anne Porter was sometimes criticized for not having many (or any, or very few) details about clothing and furniture, etc. in her stories and she said she thought the criticism odd since she saw it all so clearly in her mind. To me, this is evocative like that. I get to make it my own. *
Thank you, Dianne! Such a wonderful compliment.