Weighted Blanket
a sonnet

For B
.
This weighted blanket you gave me lessens
the sting of light though it no longer holds
the scent you wore Christmas night, cut primrose.
Birthdays I missed hang between us, lightyears...
.
without wishes, questions, answers, lessons.
I miss your laughter and cinnamon toast
constellations of freckles on your nose
charted with twenty-two-thousand kisses...
.
I would stay with you in the court of dreams
if cruel dawn would leave me be in the folds
to sink into earth to search for your soul
but there is still this light you left in me—
.
seeping through the cracks and gaps that unfurl
to shed at last for this dark, starless world...
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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