a feeling.
caught in a seam,
between floor and furniture.
in effort i felt...
reaching.
heavy handed,
years have passed,
thickening skin...
counted like rings
on the neck of a tree.
cumbersome...
careless.
piece retreating,
ghostly will of objects inanimate
defeating those living.
[maybe it wasn't worth saving after all.]
NB @ 11:43 AM
2 Comments:
great title.
it's the things we don't see anymore that haunt us the most.
this is wonderful.
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