No need to mourn. No need to shed idle tears. She is not gone. She is just forgotten. By others and lately by herself. Even time has moved on without her.
by her bed
the glass of water
gathers dust
sheets become sea -
pillows billow
as sky
And with dreams like these who would ask her to wake?
2 comments:
both poignant and comforting.
I love the various water images within this piece, from saline tears to dusty drinking water and the nautical alter ego of the bed linen - wonderfully evocative... x
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