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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Published in Right Hand Pointing 2016

Mathew Paust, Jul 05, 2018

Oooo...that last stanza!

Foster Trecost, Jul 05, 2018

So real, I can see it and I can feel it. Great writing *

Wow. Beautiful. *

Gary Percesepe, Jul 05, 2018

love the pileup of b's--

Bare branches against grey sky.?
brittle wind blows your cold breath

and

he remembering
of all the times I didn't try.

lovely *

An evocative scene.

Sam Rasnake, Jul 06, 2018

Very Zen. Brings to mind Kurosawa's approach to framing a scene. Enjoyed.

Thanks for reading, all!

Rachna K., Jul 08, 2018

This is so lovely, C ***

Bill Yarrow, Jul 09, 2018

"sleeping away the remembering"
Perfectly said!
*

Thanks, Rachna and Bill!

Kitty Boots, Jul 13, 2018

Beautiful.

Thanks, Kitty.

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