Grief is such
An eerily strange thing.
Tonight I hesitated to throw out
A broken light bulb.
It's been burnt out for nearly a week.
Yet, as I held it over the trashcan
I didn't want to let go.
The thought hit me,
"What if he bought this?
What if this is the last thing
He bought that I'll ever touch?"
02.20.2025
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