Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Michael in 5-7-5 syllables

I turned on my phone.
The messages exploded
and upended life.


I never realized
how much I could truly miss
the sound of his laugh.

The room is silent
without his steady breathing
and his loud snoring.
 
The future holds an
uncertainty that offers
no quick solution.

His heart stopped beating
and my love wasn't enough
to keep him alive.

Plants and flowers grow
as testament to his green
thumb and nurturing.

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