Miamor

Dust and ashes

October 21st, 2007

I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe even a week. The heart (or whatever remains of it) demands space and silence: a little room in which to mourn, a little time to walk around and lay flowers on a grave.

My arrangements of time (little discrete blocks, shifting positions, defying good sense) have always been too full for grief, but now I have been emptied, and maybe — maybe — now I can weep.

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