Flower Garden Factory

Category: Grief

  • Saturday Night is Alright…

    Saturday Night is Alright…

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    I’m dressed in your clothes, wearing your jewelry, our wedding rings but still time is standing still… How many movies can I watch – how many glasses of wine as I sit alone… eating my meal alone… taking the time to feed myself with a real meal…all I have is two cats and a dog..…

  • Socks

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    You always told me never to wear socks as I walked down our steps…I fell honey, I had just closed the door to the basement to go downstairs an I missed a step and crumbled to the floor. Yelling help, scared… and overwhelmed by the fact that no one could help me… Just like when…

  • boxed

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    I gave away your jean jacket, your favorite sweater sportcoat, cashmere sweater… Your bomber jacket from the 80’s – to Garris. Boxed up…sent… Your Top hat, boa and linen vest to lola…along with a painted rock. boxed and sent – to someone who never met you and only relation is her sexuality and me –…

  • Tears in the am – Motown at dusk

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    This morning I couln’t stop crying… I think it was the hangover of the crying jag I had last night… I cried through the beginning of my workout and then in the middle I began to have focus… “Make a list, cross it off when you’re done, enjoy what you do if you choose to…

  • White Socks

    White Socks

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    Cotton, white, smooth, stretched too far from months of washing your feet, moisturizing them, massaging them and then slipping clean white socks onto your feet as quick as possible as they felt so cold. You felt more vulnerable without your socks than you did when I washed your body. I knew when I put those…

  • A Day Visit

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    We’ll my dear, Allyson is coming down to visit and I get to meet her Thompson. Last time we really talked he still wasn’t divorced and blah blah blah… I’m stilling at our table where she exclaimed in a subdued rage…I want someone to take care of me… And so I guess she has…  I…

  • Converse

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    They took your shoes. The garbage crew just came and threw your converse in. The red, white, black, grey high tops and low with the heel of your feet – dug holes into them – the miles you walked – strutted, worked out, dance in them… the traces of you left in the sweat stains…

  • The Baby Love is Overheated

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    I”m not sure why, but for the last 3 weeks the heat has decided to have a mind of it’s own. The second floor now resembles my old apt on 19th street where we had to keep the window open… the heat never stops… I closed the windows and my poor little love over heated.…