Saturday, July 16, 2022

Michael Weeks 2

The day after you died, 
your house and yard
were full of everyone 
we knew. I fell apart
when exiting the car,
and went around the house
for privacy. I found your 
dad crouched near a kitten
that played with his hand.
He said, "Hi," and I did, too.
Then we both continued to cry.


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