Pizza Slice Sorrow
Friday Poem
I remember the shape of your grief.
Because I remember the pieces of your life
As they were strewn across your lawn
And shone through your windows like
A TV.
.
I remember your dog, old and arthritic,
Sniffing around the edges of your lawn,
Pale golden coat catching the fading rays
Of the boiling summer sun, settled now
At dusk.
.
And that sprawling silver maple living
In the very center of your front lawn...
I remember the way it cast rippling shade
Before it fell to the arms of disease and
Rain.
.
I share in your anguish at having lost
An ancient friend, a short-lived one,
The vanishing mailbox struck five times
By the same four a.m. reckless driver.
I've cut myself a slice of your sorrow,
Though who could know why I did.
I've set myself up as the sentinel of these
Memories, these lives, these puzzle pieces
To a world that existed once and only
Once.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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