The Creaking
small and selfish.
When someone I know dies
they own the awe.
I sit and wait
not knowing what to do.
my self
shrinks,
smaller and
alone with tiny
arguments, in a miniature
model of my real life.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2012
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