January 16, 2015 by bcmiller2014

Without

Poetry
heartbreak, loss, revelation, understanding, without
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I opened,
inhaled

understood,

and
my floor was not
grass, and my sky was
low, my heart
cracked in that old
lost line of
withering

with the withoutness
of you.

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The husband stepping lightly January 17, 2015 at 2:05 am

I’m so sorry the seagull’s best was taken away!

My, what striking prose seeps from these pain pits.

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1. bcmiller2014 January 17, 2015 at 2:15 am
  
  Thanks, husband.
  
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