odd, how
the simplest things
come into sudden, sharp contrast
the rain on the sill
the gentle chime of the clock
and the delicate scent
o' her
oh, she were gone
but still
i would na wash the sheets
because i refused
to erase all trace o' her
i go through the motions
tea, eggs...
weather
and find that i am
lost temporarly
trying to decide
whom to miss most
it was after all
your anniversary..
and i celebrated it
and mourned the loss of ye
true, she's gone
but it will not be her i miss
for years to come
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Good job.
I thought this was quite a sad piece as I read this. Good work all throughout your poem. You did a wonderful job expressing your feeling with this work. Keep on writing!
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