Unimportant

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When the yellow is lifted off the bloom,

drained away by actions that unmatch words,

leaving behind a pale shadow that struggles to understand why

even when the answer is as apparent as the brilliance of that bloomed yellowness

as tangible as the fading smell of that deserted bloom.

Unimportant is not a feeling wished on any single person, bloom or not.

Untitled.

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Sometimes sadness knocks you about a wee bit,

tears well up and swim about in your eyes,

and blink-blinking to push them back

doesn’t work like it should.

Like it did before.

Mourning has never been a comfortable mantle,

setting itself about your shoulders,

and pushing to settle into your bones as

an ache that never leaves.

Like it tried before.

When fear dons a bedazzled crown

and steady fires that sadness to tears,

offering that mourning a cloak shield,

it’s bewildering yet familiar.

Like before.

The pain is comfort

and comfort is familiar.

Bila Finesse

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Is it weird that it doesn’t hurt as much as it did

ten years ago when your sister called

in the velvet of night with heartbreak in her voice

and pain in her cries to tell me you were no more?

I googled Grief and How Long It Lasts to get an idea

of when I would no longer cling to grief

and it was as vague as the memory of me boarding a plane

to come bury you instead of marrying you.

Don’t get me wrong, besito, there is still a sliver of hurt,

a tiny crack in my heart that will likely never heal

and Morgan Heritage will and has never sounded the same again.

Today though…

It didn’t hurt as much and when I thought of you,

tears didn’t crowd my eyes as they have so often done in

the past decade on November 10th.

Instead, I smiled and said a prayer for you,

in whatever heavens welcomed you and your bila finesse-ness.

You are missed.

That will never change.

Rest on in blessed peace, beso.

Decade

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Well, it’s almost ten years now…

four more days

unbelievable how time has floated by.

My tears dried up over the years,

but a crack still in my heart

from a loss so unexpected.

Time has covered up the crack

not very well but it tries

what remains, I can’t describe.

A decade ago,

death crept into my right ear

and tears burst out of that heart crack.

It’s almost ten years now.

Everything changed.