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Christine Sutton has not received any gifts yet
I heard humming upstairs,
like a moth against a screen.
I thought it was you;
I ran up towards the sound, a
pillow of warm expectations
clutched inside my pounding heart.
It was not you.
A fallen Christmas bulb
circled around wooden floors
singing in bright colors with
dancing, bouncing bells
I heard glasses of peppermint
martinis clink together,cheer in the
next room at a holiday…Continue
Posted on December 23, 2011 at 9:30pm — 1 Comment
You always said, "you talk, I listen". You were a wonderful listener; goodness knows I am a talker at times. You not only listened, you also cared, heard, and understood. I so want to reach that part of you now, in these lonely days, in these moments where your presence is not only silent, but empty. I look for your essence and feel my own blindness, hear my own silent breath, feel unstoppable tears, falling,…
Posted on November 20, 2011 at 3:00pm