A golden ring sits on the stand
The stand beside their bed
A picture is on the dresser
Captured words they once said
A closet door still partly open
Echoes the lonely emptiness inside
Damp tissues in the wastebasket
Just captured tears once cried
Pillow still fluffed, un-dented
Forlorn in morning light
Lingering smell of perfume
Memories of that final fight!
I could feel the emotion in this piece Felix, I could "see" the empty closet through the door half open. I "saw" the ring on the dresser and "smelled" the odor of drifitng perfume. I "saw" the pillow that had not been slept on, and the tissues in the wastebasket.
This is a great piece Felix, because the imagery, teh plot, and the emotion are all true to life. And, true IN life too. Thank you for sharing this.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you lvoe, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peae on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFULSISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
I could feel the emptiness and heartbreak in this write.
So glad it's fiction!
~Linda
Hugs,
m.
Well written Felix!!
Love Tinka
Myrna
Peace. Joyce
This is a tragic and realistic piece of in your face fiction..
Palpable
Peter
Many hugs,
Your friend,
CJ
Cruel, indeed....glad it's only fiction. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Elizabeth
Love and Peace,
B&R
Susan
Blessings, Joselyn
Profound in it's entirety.
Love Ch'erie
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(
love and peace,
susan