Day 4

Death is managed, 
Affairs, emails, offers, looks, charity.
Angels rise up like unspoken words you wish you’d said.
Flowers arrange themselves beautiful on ledges and tables
While memories and objects come around and around.
I can’t stop talking to him. I know what he would say. 
Day 4 my love is gone. 


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