Hai Dang (@wordsilo): "Thanks @Harry Thomas for the invitation. I’ll grab that last line. A sharpness in the air…like a candle had been snuffed out. But in dreams, my dreams, no candle has ever been about. I grab the void, grope for things already lost She’s gone, most that remains A warmth of no…"

Thanks Harry Thomas for the invitation. I’ll grab that last line.

A sharpness in the air…like a candle had been snuffed out.

But in dreams, my dreams, no candle has ever been about.

I grab the void, grope for things already lost

She’s gone, most that remains

A warmth of nothingness.

The cat spun, unsettled, searching for the right angle.

She tried the chair where he’d read his newspaper.

The windowsill where he’d watered his plants.

Now the casket.

Apr 7

11:09 AM