TULIPS

I read the papers too often lately,

Too often to know the stories like my own.

I sleep close to our radio,

It now rests by our bed, singing tunes of longing.

I walk our children to school everyday,

Hoping you’d be at the doorstep when I get home.

Your arms spread wide, you’d stand there

In a fit of joy I’d be running into your embrace.

I played that reel too many times in my head,

That sometimes I stand awhile by the door looking out.

I keep unfolding and folding your flannels in the closet,

Just to tell myself you’re still around.

The last time I walked down to your grave,

With the tulips that you love, I thought of these moments.

Moments that I’d played over and over in my head,

Seldom did I know I’d open the door to nothing but some lost memories of you.

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