Time

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Black dress sweeps the floor
Crows wings settling from flight
Watching through tears she holds a candle
As she did for nights he spent at sea
Days passed they blended ~ she didn’t feel the wax
As it burnt against her skin
Was he now a ghost ~ or was she

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26 thoughts on “Time

  1. oh jenni – it is good to hear from you, but also makes me pause to know what you are going through right now. It is so hard. So so hard. Hang in there! sending hugs

  2. Jen, this reminds me of old Irish ballads of sailors being swept up in villages by the British and being conscripted into the navy, never to return to their loved ones. Haunting poem. Hugs to you through this stressful time. ❤

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