the bare minimum.

by hiraeth   May 5, 2021

is the silence damning or was it the lack of azaleas
in the garden? it made me think too much of you,
and i pulled them out. they had blossomed pink,
not yellow like i was promised at the nursery.
pink was foreign to you, you never saw the appeal;
when i pointed at the sky of a still-pink sunrise,
you fixated on the yellows, the oranges and reds.
i still don’t know why it was your favourite colour;
maybe, you and the sun were one in the same,
or maybe you thought yellow was the colour of spring,
your favourite season – with dandelions, tulips,
and daffodils popping up. i saw you at home depot,
you glanced at me, picked up a rake and went about
the rest of your shopping – you only hesitated at the
checkout, when you were a line over, you searched
for an invitation but found none. and when i went
back home, your car drove by – you used to take
the long way back home. what changed? is the
silence damning? or was it the lack of azaleas?


another napowrimo poem i did not post on here


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  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Congratulations, Mark.

    • 1 month ago

      by hiraeth

      Thank you both!

  • 1 month ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Really beautifully sad. Congratulations on your win, well deserved.

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