as sadness, staining breath,
straining glass
straining glass
while our faces sigh into it--
an empty staircase
of smoke, of panic, prayer
rising, now howling
"open the door, open it"
gasping, holding on
to memories, remembering
doors used to open
Today was goodbye. This second week really raced past. My dad is so awesome for managing by himself for two weeks... I really couldn't a...
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