chapter 109
"Linda"
she's mixing a drink
in the kitchen
with her sandals dancing
on the cold tiles.
i breathe in
the smell of the sun
that's waving through
the back door
which welcomes
the green blades of grass
that dance in my
memory.
her voice is sweet
like wine
and it reminds me
of my better days.
in the living room
she shines so brightly
over a cup of coffee
she smiles
and i just sit there
why do i say nothing.
the room dances
with laughter
and my heart sings
to the music.
the drawings of nostalgia
skip on the television
and frame by frame
i filter the moment.
three years later
i am getting a drink
in the hospital
with my slippers
on the pale floor.
i breathe in
the smell of chemicals
that's crawling through
the hallway
which fills the lungs
of somber patients.
Linda's voice is breaking
like my mother's heart
and it reminds me
of the broken radio in the car
in the hospital bed
she lies so pale
over a bowl of soup
she smiles
and i just sit there
why do i say nothing.
the room cries
with dismay
and my heart aches
for the past.
pictures of nostalgia
collect dust on her bedside table
and day by day
she slips away.
it is the fifth of September
in two thousand and eleven.
i knew this day would come.
my mother walks through
on the sixth,
and i absolutely shatter.
and i just sit there.
why did i say nothing.
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gone with the wind
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