sorrow shelved

sorrow shelved
is a funny thing –
it does not collect
dust
, and no spider
leans a strand of her
home against it

out of the corner
of the eye, sorrow
appears
pristine, newly
polished, easily,
too easily,
within reach

i am not ready
i am not prepared
i am a sliver of
myself, approaching
another anniversary
of our loss, not whole
.
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