0230

Looking for significance
I keep waking at 0230…the darkness too dark
Not close enough to dawn but I am restless.

I make my tea.

Sit in my chair.

Feel.

Think.

Write.

My chest hurts
a deep pain in my heart
squeezing

Did she know she was dying?

What were her last thoughts?

Did she feel alone?

I cannot do this today.

4/21/2021

Published by Kate B

I am trying to integrate my loss with life...

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