Spring cleaning

by Dagmar Wilson   Jan 5, 2018

When you were laying on the ground
taking your last breath
who was the one closing your eyelids?.
It wasn't me.

You were my friend
partner in crime,
our eyes were the window to each others soul.

I am ready, please forgive me
everything with your name, smell
a single fingerprint
is moving in to a box.
You are not coming back.

Time for spring cleaning
the windows are open
curtains are flapping,
let the fresh air come in.


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  • 11 months ago

    by ddavidd

    Wow I felt you my friend. It is so genuine.
    Genuine and simple, this is the spell of your magic!!

  • 11 months ago

    by Alice


  • 11 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,

    Another great piece from you. yes we do have to 'de-clutter' and clean out old memories, and hope all becomes better
    Much warmth
    Michael :)x

    • 11 months ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael. I had me a lot of de clutter in my life.

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