forty-three hours have

May 1, 2017

forty-three hours have
passed since we lost you. i hide
the details from my-

self, don’t get too close to the
edges for fear of falling
.
20170501:0410
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with death, details, edge, edges, emptiness, fall, falling, fear, grief, hide, hours, impermanence, life, loss, memories, mystery, poetry, remembrance, tanka, time, waka