and I’m startled
to find myself in the dark.
The white table,
the warm tea,
my father –
just in front of me,
now gone.
Our conversation as real as my tears.
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7 comments:
aw, i've been there, friend.
this is beautiful.
xo
wow. simple, yet so vivid. Made me tear up a little!
ah, yes. i dream in vividness, too, and sometimes it is harder on the heart than the real day!
simply, but beautifully told.
I love this post. So few words, yet I can feel your heart-ache. Your last line is so powerful too.
Beautiful, so real, so true. You painted it with simple words but the image is there and memories come back in a flash.
Thanks Lettie and have a great day.
Your beautiful words tug at my heart, brings tears to my eyes ...
Awesome post!
As always, Lettie, you say so much in such few words. Strikingly, hauntingly beautiful words. Thank you.
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