Day #4, Poem a Day

Did your tears dry up when you opened the door?

The sun is out and the wind is blowing.

The prisms of dried salt cast rainbows on the floor.

I watched them glitter as I laid there knowing,

That I drew my last breath and would breathe no more.

Will they find me in time before my body is lost?

Will I be mourned or devoured by what emerges?

I know not from where I’m thinking this thought.

Mind freed from its corporeal purchase.

But, as for your birthday, I’m sorry I forgot.

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