Forget me, Not
Forget me, Not grief stories
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lance0
lance0 Part time poet, full time artist.
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"Forget-me-nots

sit table-side, blooming,"

Forget me, Not

Lamenting in a great loss,

A newly empty bed exhales the remnant of a fading warmth.

A dinner plate, once set out daily,

instead sits, tonight and every coming night, cold in the cabinet, colder than

The remembered flames kept in dusty photo frames.

All the same,

Forget-me-nots sit table-side, blooming,

Lingering, as old impressions

of smiles and adoration

whisper away with each passing verdant day.

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