Peace Behind

Lit up — January’s prompt: Things We Left Behind

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Ripples of loss surged her
A moment in time
He left behind
Her bird flew away
Away without a chirp

Neither a wave of goodbye
Nor a fight for a cry
No return ticket
A whoosh
An empty space to let

900 days gone by
The loss ignited a fire
Anger left behind
Rankles her lighter
Heart nobler

Churning fear left behind
Screams her wake
In the middle of night
Further from peace
Peace she left behind