prevailing face and a ritual, the
farewell gloaming
over the impending,
anxiety locking
its jaws, bracing for
inevitable impact
of slamming the door, the
lost and unprotected
soul, out into vast
loneliness wandering
aimlessly
through the morgue,
until a choice
was made to consent,
to accept
full stop.
slowly let the door settle against the
frame, rest your
hand on his chest, hear
the cats roam freely,
the kids listening to
low murmurs of
adults managing a
morning, plans for
creating and holding
time close, while peering
back through
a cloudy mirror,
just cradle tender
young blossoms, to flourish
