I felt like writing something today as I went to check the mail. I hadn’t written visually in a while and this came to mind after a hot shower. It’s not much but I was able to pull this emotional feeling from a friend’s passing last year.

Sadness. A friend passed. Sleep comes quickly. The rain patters gently on cobblestones in the road. Tears stream down window panes. A bird huddles perched on the sill, feathers wet, trembling in the brisk chill. A soft hand pulls up the sheet and over bare shoulders. Sleep comes quickly.





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