A visitor in misty gauze,
An apparition, appeared
In the perishable darkness.
The visitor brought regrets,
Apologies for the past,
Brought a gift,
Apples in a cerise bowl,
Kissed me on the cheek,
Left at daylight,
The painted bunting
Inside me
Whispered its melancholy song.
The song after ceasing
Stayed in the silence
Of the room with twin beds.
One bed, empty, stern,
Was jubilant
About the actual past.
In the other bed, grief
Pulled a blanket
Up to its chin.
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