Grief
Here, but not touched.
Waiting...
for none but another ending.
Figurative pages are flexed, flattened
and shadows remain ungrasped.
Breath is unready for impact.
Staring at a stationary page marker stone,
I observe the outcome.
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2019
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