Secret Ingredients
Gloom
with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night
–
coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof
Missing
picking at breakfast
sitting across the table
from the ghost of you
–
wilted flowers-
your whisper
in my ear
Remnants
the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells
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