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14 Days of Grieving - May 30, 2021

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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