"Raw"
A silver maple,
shivering,
my heart.
And I sang
but my words
were not fire...
not yours.
Grief like an anvil
in my throat.
Numbness, steel
in my eyes.
I was strong for you,
I carried you...
I will carry them too,
I promise.
I set
Two Cups
aflame,
nothing remains
the same.
You sleep so peacefully,
and a part of me
lies with you.
Author's Note: Siren Reborn, my friend and poet, has gone to the Summerland paradise. She was called home, and the world will mourn her. She would want me to tell you how much each and every one of you meant to her, how you drove her to make her work better, inspired her, and gave the greatest gift of your time. Thank you all.
Blessed Be in Saying Farwell,
Eva
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