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Asymmetry

Dipping in unison,  we layered moments, molding equal halves.  You stretched, each time deforming my perfect pattern. Failing to embrace a new whole, I severed the wick between us, a mismatched pair of tapers – I fade in the breeze where you glow.

Companions

The drawer harbors layers of self-expression:  printed kittens, chickens, cupcakes, folded in mated pairs slotted in rainbow order.  I choose cold toes on glassy hardwood floors:  if I cover my feet, you might stop tracing their arches while telling me I’m beautiful.

Alternative response to microstories 252.  I leaned too much on the crutch of a picture to tell the original story

The Drawer

Puppies and kittens can feast on sandwiches and cupcakes, keep each other warm between the herringbone and stripes.  I choose cold toes on glassy hardwood floors:  if I cover my feet, you might stop tracing their arches while telling me I’m beautiful.

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Sentience

I stand alone at the bridge, our lives intertwined behind me.  I see your eyes in the moss, feel your breath in every breeze.

How does the Watch Stone persevere, its longtime companion torn away?  Such ancient grief must surpass mortal understanding.

Union

Beckoned to the balustrade by the harp, I sneak a glance at the ballroom from the balcony.  Sage, gold and cream hues unify the vast room – linens, flowers, cake.  Two lifetimes apart, another together, now everyone gathered to celebrate us.  It’s time.

A New Year

“He’s gone.”  Time melted the grief, tears dripping, binding together into an ice-cold staff, preserving moments too painful for now.

I survived the year of firsts alone.  I’m ready.  I can reabsorb our memories, mix them with my own, and become whole.

Parenthood

We’d lost touch with everything – our friends, our house, the length of his arms.  On tentative tiptoes, his fingers stretched, upending the blown glass float.  Crimson shards scattered as it shattered on the hardwood floor.  Another project for another day:  higher shelves.

Souvenirs

Every faraway place pawns its beauty:  translucent jade, sculpted pewter, embroidered felt.  You’ve adorned me with treasures, thinking things matter.

This time, come home with nothing; just unpack your memories, clothe me in your journey’s tale, fold me into moments I missed.


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