Wet icicles drip steadily
Outside my bay window,
Yet they bring to mind
no apt metaphor today.
drip, drip
My calendar says that
My soulmate passed on
Seven years ago today,
But I’m over it…sort of.
drip, drip
Damn you icicles!
May the north wind
freeze you solid again!
Please stop dripping.
Please stop.
michaeljordahl 
Sad. I felt that .
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thank you yassy!
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Welcome , Michael.
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That ending really resonates with me. So much emotion.
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Thanks, Elle
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I had a friend who was killed at a tender age by a drunk driver. Fifteen years ago today. My heart is with you.
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Thanks
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Great that you are doing OK, post-operation-wise! 🙂
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Thanks, feel pretty good!😙
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The icicles evoke sadness. I hope you’re okay.
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I’m good, thank you
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SO many feels! Welcome back, I hope you heal quickly and correctly from your surgery.
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Thank you, Becky
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A heartfelt poem that can be truly understood by anyone who has experienced grief. Sending a hug. 🤗
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Thank you…Flower?😃
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Thank you for sharing the wonder and harshness of sorrow with such beautiful words. HUGS
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Thank you!😃
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