today is sunday. happy mothers day.
so much of now is old and new.
my friends are getting older.
i am living in new ways.
with my body in the greenest grass,
i stared up at clouds for the first time,
for the first time since you.
now i lay with new.
new smells of cloves and perfume.
new asks me to sing her to sleep.
new is new.
my words never laid heavy into you.
now i plant them on a page.
today i made soup alone.
without you or new.
the soup was still hot. it was still red.
it tasted just as soup should taste.
life goes on without you.
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