The stick
I picked
last Sunday
in our woods
and an empty
bottle of ...... whisky.... probably
and a shard of porcelain
fragments - stories - connections
to past and present
and
the future so near
without you
in preparation
of our parting
I am creating
because creating is eternal
and you shall be with me
contained
in every single
creation
embedded in love
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