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A Stage of Grief

Distant laughter.

Once so close

I called it my own.

I dream still,

Because sleep is my only refuge.

I don’t look forward,

For my eyes don’t see in the dark.

The deepening maw

Of time tick-tocks along,

As I desperately try to remember you.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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