The Weight.

The New Year came.
Yes it did.

Dropping from the sky
like a grand piano
Sucking the breath
from my throat
With its force
of descent
Black and whites
Flying in my face
There is no ambiguity
in this landing.

Last year he was alive.
This year, he is dead.


3 thoughts on “The Weight.

  1. I can’t click “like”, but I’ve read it. It seems a strangely appropriate metaphor. I hope not to offend by saying that; I just read it and thought – the weight, the black and white, and even wondering what music … if any.

  2. New Years was by far the hardest day for me as well because of exactly that. In 2012,he was here. I dreaded 2013 because it will be a year in which he does not exist. I have been re-reading my old calendars every day….on this day in 2003 we had our first lunch date, on this day in 2009 we did such and such. Itis painful yet comforting.

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