I have learned to
wear solitude quietly
an old quilt draped
over sharp shoulder blades
engulfed in threadbare
patches of memory
that I worry
with lonely fingertips
softly blurring seams
between amethyst
indigo
silver
I straddle the scissor edge
between missing you
and loving you still
aware that either way
I bleed
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Hmmm – It’s like that, either or both — especially both
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indeed
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Christine Ray – Missing and Loving
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Beautiful! What an apt way to describe the subtlety of deep-felt grief of missing someone you love.
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