Reunions and Goodbyes

We are the ripples, the echoes
Of sunflowers in a coffin and
The soft pale skin of your father
Who bound you together so that
One couldn’t come without the other
Listening to memories in the
Pine trees as ice floats through the air
I stare into my hands and remember
Your name and my name and our
Friends’ names that will all be read
One day as we ask for stories to share
To make up a life and let them rise
In the echoes where we sit
Surrounded by sunflowers and tears
And the semblance of family glimmering
In our red hair before turning over to
Sleep for one more day and wake
For one more day

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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