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Wednesday
07Jan2009

I See

DateWed, January 7, 2009

Now.  I see where my place was.  Your torn face in the crook of my arm.

Your blue lips closed by a mother’s soft hand.

Your hair made pretty again.

The white fingers pryed from the door handle by my whispers.

Your fright made into our endless laughter.

The blue sneaker coaxed back over your foot.

The bag zipped with care not to harm you.

A promise to say our goodbyes but not to one another.

I know.  I know.

You are not coming home.

 

AuthorLucy Wightman | Comment4 Comments |

Reader Comments (4)

No one can begin to imagine how hard this is for me to say but no Luc, Torri is not coming home.

Thu, January 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJB

What is the text shortcut for crying out loud? How about sobbing out of control. This brings me back to 5/17/06 at 6:30 a.m. when we found out. Lucy, we're so sorry (again). Love C & E

Thu, January 8, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChris

COL? No no, not coming home. All of us will someday not be coming home... here. So for what this is worth, I do not want anything but fun fun fun laughs and good/not mean, not TOO mean pranks, and more fun, and more laughter. None of this sort of stuff I have done, please, just fun and good memories and all that.

Sun, January 11, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLucy

The day before the morning my Mom passed on she looked at me and said, 'Tomorrow I am going home.' So one day we will not be coming home because we will have gone home.

pranks ey.. that sounds like fun hhmmmm...

Mon, January 12, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJoanne

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