Growing Grief
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Growing Grief

Reminders

Anything I can muster as evidence
the smell of your coat still hangs in the closet
from our bed, thick-sleep crusts from my eyes
the insistence of the rising sun
the absence of your throat clearing
the pale blue eggshell shed under the pine
by the cracked driveway weathering

a history, a path forward

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