NaPoWriMo 2018, Day 23: Out There

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In this world where everything has died
I notice the silence above all.
Sometimes a car passes by
reminding me that life goes on for others,
out there.
But in here, in this house,
everything has died.
I buy myself some flowers
and for a few days
their sweet scent reminds me of living…
but as all living things must,
the flowers wilt and decay
and now I am responsible for
disposing of their remains.
If only the remains of my marriage
could be thrown out like the spent flowers.
Its faded scent lingers,
and so do all the fallen petals
of the hope I kept alive for so long.
My children are with him tonight.
He took our two cats as well;
it’s eerily silent here.
Silent like death.
Now here I am,
listening to this absence of sound
inside a home once raucous
with the symphony of existence.
A car passes by now,
reminding me of the life that goes on out there.

2 responses »

  1. The only way to do this is to be your own best friend. It gets better, but you need to make that friend a priority… specially when none else is around. Apologise for the intrusion, but have been there… so can say so.

    • Thank you for your words, friend—I sense the truth in them. I’m nurturing hope that I can sincerely act in warmth and friendship toward myself, with regularity. ✨❤️🙏🏻🌈

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