A cold fear
that solidifies into an awful knowing.
No more chats about your childhood,
shared over a biscuit and a cup of hot chocolate.
No more laughter
over hot, sexy guys on the screen.
No more eye rolling,
or inappropriate comments at inappropriate times.
No more "I love you"s.
No more goodbyes.
As I gather up snapshots,
and see your handwriting scrawled across a page,
the rustle of scrapbooking paper
conjures up memories of hours spent working
and creating a legacy.
It's hard to hide the tears,
and in the end I don't bother.
Grief is honest
I miss you.
I wish we could say
one more time.
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Prompt: Pain ~ what brings or has brought you pain (it can be physical, emotional, mental or it can be something or someone else that brings you pain)
Word(s) to Include: conjure, rustle, hide (or any derivatives of these words) Please highlight words in green in your poem
Forbidden Word(s): pain, abuse, anger, hurt, devastation, sadness, death, die, starve (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: Minimum 24 lines of free verse or a form that is at least 24 lines
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.