Savor the Sun

The day you died,

I savored the sun on my skin,

the sting of a wire fence.

You stayed blue

while I was burning.

 


 

Word Prompt: savor

 

9 Comments

  1. This mirrors how I felt about 2 hours after my mother passed away. As soon as I was done tying up loose ends at the hospital and finally stepped outside, the sun was so bright. I felt this on my way home realizing that was my last trip home from the hospital for good.

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