I remember the murder of crow feasting on roadkill,
the reek from the swine farm we passed,
the sunflower tilting their heads for the rain.
I remember the radio playing “Crush with Eyeliner”
… as there was nothing more to be said.
I remember how I carried your bags…
how the handles cut into my hand and then how you smiled
… as if it was painless to leave.
I remember driving back from the airport … alone.
Frank wants us to portray heartbreak at dVerse today. This is a scene I can feel but have not really been through… bits and pieces but not the complete heartbreak. Also linking to the Tuesday Platform at toads