RECEIVING ROOM

December 26, 2015
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Dancing beneath a chandelier
gazing across the room
staring relentlessly at memories
swaying, spinning, losing focus.
Forget-me-not cries
pale blue to remember
delighted being an afterthought
stumbling, slurring, into hysteria.
Comedic, is my meaninglessness
thee place to die,
in the receiving room
hanging like art, am I!
Snow falls, spring crawls
daddy’s girl goes running–
in fields of yesterday
her soul is soaring.
Slowly, sickly, I rise
witnessing my final goodbye
silent, lest hardwood creak
halls echo, walls weep.
Angels hover bringing coffee
sacred, the reoccurring offering
vinyl suitcase and seat
dead, I live again.

-JD

12/26/2015

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