I became cleaner after he died

Allowing forever paint chips

To loosen and be swept

Human smells creeping out

Through windows, doors ajar

Leaving constellations of dust

Autonomous universes

Home to beings who do no harm

Recycling even bad thoughts

Into tulips


TobeTTĀ  #12

2 thoughts on “After

  1. I interpreted this into my own take, as people always will with poetry, and I took it to mean that after someone moves on to the next plain, things are so much clearer and it’s easier to forgive.
    I’ve lost a lot of people in the past few years, including my grandmother during the 2017 marathon and it was like closing a book. I like how you put this in terms of smell and mess. I hadn’t thought of it that way but it’s very true. I had thought of it more emotionally; I love the depth this adds and in very few lines. Great job, I read it three times!

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