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ORIGAMI
She wishes she could crease time, origami it into a shape she could see, touch, hold.
But like her memories, it vanishes, leaving only the hope of something else.
STARS
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STARS
Each night beneath the sky's dark blanket, I watch tiny stars appear.
As they illuminate the world above, I imagine you floating across the heavens, flicking a million little switches.
SUMMER
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SUMMER
Across open fields where the heavens meet the earth, a rainbow of wildflowers bloom.
Stems swaying, they dance in the breezy breath of summer, and my soul does the same.
TWO DAYS LATER
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TWO DAYS LATER
Even the weather is grieving.
Freezing fog as thick as smoke has obliterated the normal landscape of golden plains and blue skies that mimic sea and sand. In the back yard, the branches of six puny Bosnian pine trees droop under the weight of it. Ice glued to every surface.
Closer to the house on fragile stems, devoid still of leaves, icicles hang like frozen teardrops. I watch as drip by drip the plants cry.
There’s silence too. No birds. No wind. No you. Nothing.
Amidst the wet gray blanket that engulfs me, my body feels as lost as my heart.
I miss you. x