Amber’s death triggered 14 days
of torment her presence still felt
on the sofa the bed at the
door when I came home presenting
her brown head and a swinging tail
the disconnect to the physical
a slaughter to my heart
a dam breacher for
both eyelids red
from constant rain
but on the 15th day
she used her wings
and was gone
when I looked for her
the flooding stopped
the sun came out and
suddenly doors and windows
knew what I needed
fascinating how love is grounded
in moments of closeness
where loss needs time
to teach memories
how to fly
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