Shadow

by | Jul 24, 2012 | 0 comments

Today is the day you were to come home.
It was up on the wall.
It was a Friday.
Two years ago.

Every day now is the day you don’t come home.
But this date will always be marked and felt to be lived in the umbra.

JAC

July 24, 2012
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