A Casual Gift Of Memory

When someone you built a life with cheats, then dies. Yep. It's that bitter.

A Casual Gift Of Memory

I cannot speak for water

I know not where it dwells

I cannot plead for heaven

While we live apart in hell

 

A ratchet and spooner

In their dance of disbelief

The strawberry sound of fingers

Pressed together in relief

 

The shaking arc of triumph

A ripple through the chord

Hearts and spades a-plenty

Speak to what we can afford

 

There is steel and there is jasper

There are diamonds, there are coals

There is a name for what you gave me

When the evening girls unfold

 

I caught you with a whisper

You left me with a sigh

Your bitter slice of morning

Brings a brand new way to cry

 

-Zoe Richardson 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Now go take some Prozac. You probably need it!

Reviews

[PlayWrite]

i really liked this

the way it flowed works well