Poetry · Writing

Fragile

Wine and dined

on the surface

it’s ready,

Hold with care

we’ve done this before

lean and be steady.

She sang this rhyme

and I remember it today,

for it’s the anniversary

of the day she went gray.

Now we gander on the 

meaning of this madness,

Alone and cold but loved

we too can be full of gladness.

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