from bed, tired words

another friday came

we relaxed on cushions set out to comfort the fall from a week when your guardian angel took a break

why’d you go?

what was the place you sought when dangerous days dangled before us daring dancing darling pixies to take another stab at pictures i hold onto while lights flicker and shadows bounce off walls with pealing paint soaked in smoke stains and greasy breakfast fights

saturday will greet the sun

i’ll rise and wonder how i got here

your passing defined my sleep patterns

i couldn’t escape your smile

seared in every crease my brain formed to try to forget

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