{"id":42692,"date":"2017-08-06T07:45:29","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T11:45:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42692"},"modified":"2017-08-06T07:45:29","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T11:45:29","slug":"use-to-be-hour-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/use-to-be-hour-23\/","title":{"rendered":"Use to Be (Hour 23)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There was a way she held her head,<br \/>\ncast her eyes across the interior of her hands,<br \/>\nthen looked to me for help to understand.<\/p>\n<p>There use to be a presence upon the mattress beside me,<br \/>\na softly breathing heat that I would listen to before returning to sleep,<br \/>\na quiet comfort I never fully appreciated at the time.<\/p>\n<p>There use to be a laughter,<br \/>\na smile occupying my passenger\u2019s seat,<br \/>\nplaying with the radio,<br \/>\nand fumbling maps from inside the glovebox.<\/p>\n<p>There used to be a sound of water pouring coming from the kitchen sink,<br \/>\nthe splash of dishes,<br \/>\nthe sound of heated oil in a frying pan,<br \/>\nthe smells that hint of culinary plans luring me to watch her operate the stovetop,<br \/>\nhoping to get a taste of the specialty she makes.<\/p>\n<p>There use to be a side of me,<br \/>\nthat laughed with full bravado, fearlessly,<br \/>\nunafraid of tomorrow\u2019s emptiness,<br \/>\nunaware of the length of eternity.<\/p>\n<p>There use to be a love for card games, coffee shops, and rain soaked walks in cemeteries.<br \/>\nNow there is only a love to live within those memories.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There was a way she held her head, cast her eyes across the interior of her hands, then looked to me for help to understand. There use to be a presence upon the mattress beside me, a softly breathing heat that I would listen to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42692","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42692","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42692"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42692\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42730,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42692\/revisions\/42730"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42692"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42692"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42692"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}