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Still Life
Growing up With Death
A Visual Memoir
I go room to room,
kitchen,
hallway,
bathroom
I stand by sundrenched windows,
waiting and nothing comes.
I go room to room,
kitchen,
hallway,
bathroom
She is not there.
Nothing ever comes.
she never appears.
She is not there.
opening and closing
doors, closets
looking, searching, seeking
it's endless
or never enough
Windows and doors are both entryways and exits
a mystery
is someone coming home;
is someone already home;
or
have they left already;
did I miss them.
Windows and doors are tangible grief
Something in the way - nirvana
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