Saturday, March 11, 2017

the approaching fog

she forgot to turn
off the stove.
left her keys in the door.
misbuttoned her
blouse.
she was slipping slowly
into
a grey fog.
she asked
the same questions ten
minutes after
hearing the answers.
she asked
about the weather.
is it snowing there?
three miles away,
distancing herself
from this world
and you,
a little more each day.

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