And then there were two.
Two hearts, two stories.
Two lives intertwined.
Doubletime.
Two angry auras
Flushed with the blue of sadness
And the hue of love, at the edge
Out of the way
Out of reach.
Two heartbeats
Racing in doubletime.
Unstoppable
Improbable.
Doubletime.
Posted in response to the challenge Two.
For me there is no greater frustration in the world
Than being sick.
It's a hindrance to your life.
It gets in the way.
Whether a cold, a fever
Strep throat or even COVID
When I was little, we lived in Philly. Seven hours from where we live now, eight counting the time allotted for rest stops. And a little ways down the sidewalk from our house was this tree.
It ended with roses.
I process the funeral in snatches.
Glimpses, even.
I see my family spilling out into the cemetery
Long-lost cousins twice-removed,
Great granduncles,
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