How many minutes?
It's about 80,740 minutes one breath at a time.
New
Deeply familiar and oddly unfamiliar.
Old, people are very old now
And the young ones are younger now because I am older.
Time can fold
Death hangs around every day
In the comfort of a house she built
She plays dead.
I go to work with a ghost.
She walks in with me. She walks out with me.
In between she sits in my office and mostly pouts.
Her presence is vibrant and silent and bright.
Queerly silent for someone known for being outspoken.
Are we obligated or required to fill the void?
Difficult when one feels empty.
How do we not disappoint?
Oh you think I'm talking about her?
No. I'm taking about all the hundreds and hundreds of people who love her.
For real loved her. Like you love the tallest tree in the forest.
In sis' absence that love becomes a legacy.
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