9/25
Here we wait in between execution and event, a moment, an instant, a single deep breath.
Outside there’s a hurricane well on its way, it is likely this will be the only quiet moment today
A full night of cleaning and cooking and prep, completely exhausted and we haven’t started yet
All this effort for a party she’ll never remember, to celebrate one to another September
This memory of consciousness isn’t the only thing, and she knows without knowing the joy that love brings
Photo: Melissa
Poem: Steve
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