| Poetry |
Only I Remain
Grief remains around here in torn pieces
knickknacks cluttering shelves and all their books,
marker tabs stuck to pages of interest,
those memories kept for just the right time
when to remember a quote whispered soft
in the dark of a room, meant something.
Intimacy – quiet and alone – is
wrapped within images in each bauble,
the scent left between sheets, sweat and dried tears.
The rocker is missing from its corner.
The scrabble board gathers dust, no dice roll,
the time for playing games has come and gone.
Only I remain in this place, knowing
all five stages will follow their own path.
by Siobhan Pitchford
01-01-2009
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