I Thought the Worst While You Slept

I Thought the Worst While You Slept

it pains me to pull
the weeds in our backyard
with my lobster
hands. the same hands
that rubbed your back
after every overtime shift,
when sleep turned to soreness
from our double beds stiff
mattress not supporting
your hunched shoulders
or caved lungs- opened in a flat
laying position indulging
too much air like an exhaling
blue whale that sprayed
a seagull to the bottom of
the sea- in time you snored
out and in between notes
I saw where your ring marked
your finger (before it was gone)
with a different color of
devotion indenting your veins
without your words. I used
the sheets to forget my
thoughts. now these tears
water the flowers of our
little garden, when a deep
rooted weed lifted your ring
into my red hands.
I brushed the soil off and felt
your skin with my finger tips.



"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Write a STORY or POEM about finding something unexpected while weeding a garden.


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