The light bulb
of the nightstand
has gone off
She finally
stops counting
how many nights
he hasn’t been
home
She gets up
and dresses
in morning dew
planting her roses
with his ashes
Closure

The light bulb
of the nightstand
has gone off
She finally
stops counting
how many nights
he hasn’t been
home
She gets up
and dresses
in morning dew
planting her roses
with his ashes
Beautiful Cassa.
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Thanks Bree!
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Hits hard this one my friend.
So beautifully sad 🖤🖤🖤
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Sometimes we will just arrive at the moment of closure out of nowhere,something minute just made it happen.
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So true my friend 🖤🖤
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🤎🤎💚
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Superbly observed 💝🌹✍
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So sad and beautiful!
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What a beautiful story with a great surprise ending. ❤️🤗🌺🎈🌻🌸
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