keeping watch

It’s been a while, and things have changed, but pieces of her memories remain. He still hears her voice reading her lines to him, feels her move around in the room, sees her smile as he sings to her.

These vibes, ones he keeps sending– they’ve never really stopped. He promised that his ghost will keep an eye on her when he’s passed.


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a grave disturbed

They came just after midnight
with a note from the powers that be
to dig up wooden box
and retrieve the gold-plated leaf.

Each one too stubborn to listen
to pleas not to disturb the grave
where the box was buried
along with memories.

The soil was just drying
when their boots heartlessly stepped and stomped
leaving unwanted footprints.

Dawn saw the box pried open
and the morning wept
as the air of sadness stirred into anger
witnessing a piece of memory now struggling
to stay buried in the past.


For #inpoems 422 ‘every time I healed you cut me’

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