Member-only storyGriefPoetryMemoriesBathrobesLeftovers of a LifePoemMargie Hord de MendezMar 2, 2022--1ListenSharePress enter or click to view image in full sizePhoto by Adrien VIN on UnsplashThe faded, worn,threadbare bathrobenow more grey than blue,reminds me of you.It still hangs on a hook,no longer used.Years agoI washed awayall possible DNAor scent of you.Yet even soI cannot bring myselfto transformthis final reminderinto rags.Preparing for a tripI find your old pillboxwith its inbuilt bladeto slice your pain pillsfor the mysterious pangsin your jaw.A slight, white powderremains.I rinse outwhat you may have touchedsome time ago, five years?For seconds,my eyes brim with tears.
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