11:01 a.m. - 2015-04-25
the sun on my wall
the sun mourns, but i only notice because of the black handkerchief with white daisies hanging under its chin.
it smiles and glows all the same. it offers its ray hands to reach out and hold me. it peeks around darkness to say, "i still want you to be alive."
i think of my son, my family, my genuine friends.
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