My lone knitted sock is perched steadfastly just below my knee and waiting to be joined by its mate. My bare left foot firmly holds to the laundry room floor as my head enters the dryer. It is definitely in there somewhere.
My lone knitted sock is perched steadfastly just below my knee and waiting to be joined by its mate. My bare left foot firmly holds to the laundry room floor as my head enters the dryer. It is definitely in there somewhere.
My love,
I did not go gentle into that good night.
I lingered on the precipice,
holding tight to the memories of the warmth of my days.
My life played like a movie before my eyes,
and it was beautiful.
I couldn’t bear to leave you.
I raged against that white light and held fast to you.
I walk in your footsteps and hear all the words I should have been able to listen to,
words that should have fallen on my ears while you were in my arms.
I float on the words you speak to me, words you are unsure I hear.
I am still with you.
I am the air that dries your tears.
I am the breeze that tickles the wind chimes you love so much.
The sound of your laughter makes me feel alive again.
I did not go gentle into that good night.
I chose to stay with you.
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